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Let's Stop Talking About, You Know

Posted by Michael Musto at 9:00 AM, July 21, 2008


photo by David Shankbone

I mean it. Let's stop feeding her ego and her enormous pile of press clippings by even mentioning her name. All that buzz about her supposed fling with the baseball star--let's not say his name either--has only seemed to strengthen her marriage and pump up her tour. Even her brother's book, while threatening to whittle away at her enormous sense of self, has only served to give her more fucking press. She's more of a legend than ever thanks to the nonstop stream of gossip about her (and from her) in the last month alone. So hush up about the woman! I don't want to hear about her cheapness, her dalliances, her red ribbons, her seating charts, or her rules for child rearing and rear ending. All right, maybe I do--but I just don't think we should call her by name anymore. I feel every time we utter her appellation, a fairy's wings will get clipped or an African child will scream. So let's just call her, I don't know, Refrigerator Jones. Or Trixie True, Teen Detective. Or Mariah Carey. Deal?

comments

But how am I going to order tickets to her concert without saying her name?

Posted by: patches at July 21, 2008 10:06 AM

It's true! We must stop furthering her cause by uttering her satanic name!!!

Posted by: blaze at July 21, 2008 10:17 AM

Her name is mud!

Posted by: pariah scarey at July 21, 2008 11:19 AM

This woman bores me so, I don't get her appeal. I never have.

Posted by: Billy at July 21, 2008 11:33 AM

I admire Madonna for her sheer survival techniques. Not since the late Joan Crawford (who shared many of Madonna's qualities -- ego, self-obsession, the ability to maintain a sense of sexual allure into her 50s, her sense of grandiosity, a highly-charged sex life, utter humorlessness) has a performer been able to re-invent herself so artfully as fads and tastes change. I, for one, can hardly wait until Madge goes into her low-budget horror film phase, like Joan. A remake of "Strait Jacket" could really be something, don't you think?

Posted by: The Late Tallulah Bankhead at July 21, 2008 2:35 PM

She bores you? Can't understand her appeal? Then how can you not only read an article about her but fucking blog 'bout her fool...........

Posted by: Thomas at July 21, 2008 2:41 PM

You're about five years late to this particular party, Mike.

Posted by: Oedipa at July 21, 2008 3:11 PM

Doubting Thomas, I was merely responding and agreeing with the author of this post, and throwing my two cents in to boot. Now pop those earbuds back in and start bobbing your head to "Four Minutes," little lamb.

Posted by: Billy at July 21, 2008 5:00 PM

I shit in (name withheld)'s Kabballah water! Flush this hagged turd, PLEASE! She bites big time! And she got ample amounts of my hard-earned whoring moneys!

Posted by: Girl Ditzi at July 21, 2008 5:29 PM

Her name is Mudonna!

Posted by: Girl Ditzi at July 21, 2008 5:31 PM

I know. Let's call her Iva Gottalottawork-Dunne.

Posted by: Girl Ditzi at July 21, 2008 5:36 PM

Shriek all you want queens, but I'd say she looks pretty good in the pic.

Posted by: GiorgioNYC at July 21, 2008 7:12 PM

madge, i think i remember who you used to be ...

Here I stand, the goddess of Desire
Set men on fire
I have this power
Morning noon and night it's drink and dancing
Some quick romancing
And then a shower
Stage door johnnies always surround me
They always hound me
With one request
Who can satisfy their lustful habits
I'm not a rabbit
I need some rest

I'm tired
Sick and tired of love
I've had my fill of love
From below and above
Tired, tired of being admired
Tired of love uninspired
Let's face it
I'm tired

I've been with 1000's of men
Again and again
They promise the moon
They always coming and going
Going and coming
And always too soon
Right girls?

I'm tired,
Tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired
God dammit I'm exhausted

Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired

[Soldiers:]
She's tired (She's tired)
Sick and tired of love (Give her a break)
She's had her fill of love (She's not a snake)
From bellow and above (Can't you see she's sick)
Tired (She's bushed)
Tired of being admired (Let her alone)
Tired of love uninspired (Get off the phone)
She's tired (Don't you know she's pooped)

I've been with 1000's of men
Again and again
They sing the same tune
They start with Byron and Shelly
And jump on your belly
And bust your ballon
Aye!

Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a freakin' shame
I'm so...
Let's face it everything below the waist is kapput!

[Soldiers:]
Tired!

Posted by: hanuman at July 21, 2008 9:39 PM

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