madonna
She was, as some critics wrongly predicted, only going to be a flash in the pan. Then she went from being material girl, to ethereal girl. She went from being a tart, to being a sadist and everything in between to embracing the Kaballah. And all of her minions have blindly followed her along, never questioning any of her actions.
She can be idealized, she can forever be put on a pedestal, and she can just as easily be knocked off of it. One can admire her for her keen business sense, or for the way that she has time and time again picked herself up and kept on going. One can also admire that never once has she apologized for the mistakes that she has made, she seems to have learned from them and once again moved on.
But for someone who has been a formative leader in pop culture in the last twenty years, how much do we really know about her? This is a woman who has weaved her way into everyone’s consciousness. You either feel one way or another about her. There are very few people who don’t have an opinion. We have all let her into our lives. Some of us by our own accord, others through osmosis it seems. So for someone who is so deeply ingrained in our psyche, how is that we know so little about her?
This isn’t her problem so much as it is ours. What does it say about the culture that celebrates people that they do not even know the most basic information about? From most accounts that one hears about her she is not a kind person. She is supremely self-important and everything that she does, seems solely for the reason of self promotion. Yet we still celebrate her. What the fuck is wrong with us? What terribly sick demented part of ourselves feels the need to savor what we would not accept from our inner circle of friends?
She is a successful businesswoman. She has a lot of money and has a lot of homes and has almost unrestricted access to things that most of can only dream about.
But……she can not walk down the street without being mobbed. She can not run down to the store for a carton of cream, she cannot walk and get her Sunday Times. All of these little things that make up so much of so many of our days, she can not do. She has become prisoner to her own success as well as a prisoner to our own forgotten and broken dreams.
I have to wonder if sometimes she doesn’t loathe us.
She can be idealized, she can forever be put on a pedestal, and she can just as easily be knocked off of it. One can admire her for her keen business sense, or for the way that she has time and time again picked herself up and kept on going. One can also admire that never once has she apologized for the mistakes that she has made, she seems to have learned from them and once again moved on.
But for someone who has been a formative leader in pop culture in the last twenty years, how much do we really know about her? This is a woman who has weaved her way into everyone’s consciousness. You either feel one way or another about her. There are very few people who don’t have an opinion. We have all let her into our lives. Some of us by our own accord, others through osmosis it seems. So for someone who is so deeply ingrained in our psyche, how is that we know so little about her?
This isn’t her problem so much as it is ours. What does it say about the culture that celebrates people that they do not even know the most basic information about? From most accounts that one hears about her she is not a kind person. She is supremely self-important and everything that she does, seems solely for the reason of self promotion. Yet we still celebrate her. What the fuck is wrong with us? What terribly sick demented part of ourselves feels the need to savor what we would not accept from our inner circle of friends?
She is a successful businesswoman. She has a lot of money and has a lot of homes and has almost unrestricted access to things that most of can only dream about.
But……she can not walk down the street without being mobbed. She can not run down to the store for a carton of cream, she cannot walk and get her Sunday Times. All of these little things that make up so much of so many of our days, she can not do. She has become prisoner to her own success as well as a prisoner to our own forgotten and broken dreams.
I have to wonder if sometimes she doesn’t loathe us.
posted by yellowcracker @ 8:29 PM
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