Madonna: what a whore
Madonna, who is known for her willingness to do almost anything to cause a sales-boosting stir, locked lips with one of her female backing dancers during a private concert in Paris yesterday, then asked the crowd: “Why do I have this relationship with France? I’m always drawn to working with French people and frenching French people. Vive la France!”
Could it be, perhaps, that Madonna’s stunts are growing stale, or is that these antics were more beguiling when she wasn’t a peri-menopausal hag who’s worked out so much that she looks like one of the bodies in that traveling show of polyurethaned corpses? What with AARP Magazine poised for delivery to her home, maybe she should start thinking about tossing in the towel on France and heading west to Branson. There she can once again be the daring fresh-faced ingénue; maybe she can even hang out with Yakov Smirnoff and start working up a Russian accent for her next re-invention.
