I'm Sorry Madge

Her big 5-0 is this Saturday. This is an early round of happy birthday wishes for her, here at klugulablog, otherwise there’s no doubt that I’d forget to mark the occasion.

I want to take a few moments to dish about my favorite celebrity. My favorite singer. My favorite performer. My favorite diva. My favorite gal.

Things in my Madonna worship world have been pretty lax over the past year, and certainly things have been less than fanatical for the past many years. While I still feel love for her, I can’t help but notice a few changes in my devotion to her. I believe I’ve written something about this in the past, so if I am reiterating, then I apologize.

This whole A-Rod thing has left me irritated by her behaviour; if indeed she has been doing what everything shows her to have been doing. Does that make sense? I don’t want to believe that she is being unfaithful to Guy Ritchie. But the biggest thing about all of this? I don’t really care. In the past, I followed her every move, bought any magazine with her image, followed any bit of news I found—taking personal offense to anything written about her that could have been interpreted as “mean”. Indeed I was a hardcore fan. I just don’t bother anymore.

What’s more shocking about my loss of interest? I have yet to purchase her latest album. Certainly, I’ve been pretty poor and that can be a main reason for not jumping out to get a copy. However, the other half has said he can find it online. And yet, I’ve not been intent or insistent upon him to do so. I’ve had a lot of stuff going on in recent months (in case my whining has gone unnoticed by my avid readers of 1). Look at me…rationalization city. I guess I’m not as prepared to “write her off” as I imagined I was when I started writing this entry.

Other things. The rumours of plastic surgery have been a bit off-putting to me. I always imagined she had stayed above these procedures (not that I’m SOOO against such things—I just always have held her to a higher standard), but it seems that may not be the case. Something about that doesn’t sit right with me.

Then there’s the whole biography by her brother Christopher. Fine, you’ve got some goods? Dish. However, there were those reports that she had actually had some say about things covered, and info provided, etc. Again, could be rumours, but I am just tired of celebrity dishonesty…if, of course, there was such a thing in this case.

I wish there were a clear reason why my respect/love/devotion to Madge has waned. I really feel like I should just chalk it up to growing up and out of a phase…maybe? I feel weird saying that. A phase? My Madonna? Truly? That’s one hell of a long phase. Then again, when I was a pre-teen and teenager, my obsession with Freddy Krueger could have been considered overkill. Eventually; upon entering college, my love for that legendary child murderer fell into a more relaxed appreciation, but still a strong devotion…at least inwardly. He was my fave. I guess he still is as well.

I think I’ve answered my own dilemma. I still love these heroes of mine, but realize I don’t necessarily need to show it, pay for it, or shout it from the rooftops. My celebrity heroes throughout my life (Freddy Krueger, Madonna and George A. Romero) still are important to me. I just “worship” them on a new, more mature level…perhaps a nice, understated admiration for them. I think I can handle that interpretation, thereby keeping my guilt in check.

The following phrase can be read as Peter Griffin. "Love you."