Madonna bared her breast during a concert in Turkey the other day, and the world did not pause in its orbit. The most shocking thing about the moment is that one of the era’s most successful purveyors of shock played what had always been an ace, and most of the world went ho-hum. Since her …
Most of my liberal friends (yes, true, that’s practically the only people I know) are mystified by the success of Sarah Palin. They don’t like her positions, they are condescending about her background and preparation, and they are disdainful of her intellect. For what it’s worth, the more I think about politics, the more I’ve …
Is It the ‘Roids or the Records? I don’t like cheaters and I don’t like perjurers and I couldn’t care less if Alex Rodriguez spends the next nine years getting booed (if you’re sympathetic, envision Madonna giving him a nightly cuddle to soothe his bruised ego and saying “Now now, Alex, it will be all …
Last July, when Christopher Ciccone published his gosspy memoir Life With My Sister Madonna, I paged through it to see if I would be mentioned. Not because of that torrid romance Madonna and I had when I was one of her back-up dancers–that was really just a big rumor–but because in the summer of 1993, …