MADONNA: WHO IS THAT GIRL, ANYWAY?

Is there anyone left in the universe who when asked “Who’s that girl?” will not answer back, “Madonna”? The name alone is larger than the petite singer/actress herself and when uttered can instill shrieks, groans, compliments and complaints. Let’s face it. We hate loving her and we love hating her. We laugh as she dares to call herself an actress and then dash out to see the movie several times just to (accurately) criticize it. We berate her image and fashion sense while standing in line at the clothing store purchasing tube skirts and flirting with the sales clerk. We shout out, “you can’t sing for your life” knowing that we own every copy of every record this woman has to offer. We swear we wouldn’t be caught dead at her shows as we stand in line, all night if need be. And you know what? We enjoy the shows. I tell you, the nerve of that woman.