Such an accurate way to describe our feelings about Madonna, especially as she springs into her newest incarnation to promote the release of Bitch I’m Madonna.
“Yes, she’s constantly reinventing herself, but is she evolving?” muses Jancee Dunn in a recent NY Times article.
Bitch I’m Madonna
Is she at risk of becoming famous for being old? For the past 10 years, media coverage can’t set aside her age, even while either hand-wringing over her age-inappropriateness or celebrating her agelessness. What about if we set aside talk of how old she is and critiqued her work — apart from the fact she made that work at (now) 57?
When someone inquires “how are you” tell them exactly how you’re feeling: irritable and a little drowsy. I really have to go to the bathroom! Confused as to why you’re wearing those shoes with that dress. I was fine until I happened by a TV screen showing a segment on Trump but now I feel contempt.
“In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of God or spiritual-type thing to worship—be it J.C. or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Noble Truths or some infrangible set of ethical principles—is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. ~ David Foster Wallace
Here is a word to live by, if only I could. Loosely it translates to the art of doing something hard and complicated with a gracious ease, better explained by this NY Times article:
Italians, who are extraordinarily good at elevating simple tastes and textures into the realm of the extraordinary, will go to great efforts to make the whole process look effortless. Five hundred years ago, the humanist author Baldassare Castiglione labeled such studied nonchalance “sprezzatura,” from the verb meaning “to undervalue.”