Don’t preach. At least the material girl is interesting
At 61, Madonna posed half-naked on Instagram, and why the hell not. There are many ways to age in 2020
Like millions of others this week, I duly dropped in on Madonna’s Instagram to see what all the fuss was about. The Patron Saint of Conical Bras had caused uproar in certain quarters with her semi-naked bathroom/kitchen/whatever selfie. She has form in semi-naked selfies, so I was expecting a shocker.
The crutch rammed into her right armpit (she’s just had regenerative surgery) was, admittedly, cause for consternation. There was the rain hat — they’re fashionable again, thanks to Dior and Prada — but indoors? And was the odd little folding seat, something a manicurist might sit on, there for a carer or some kind of fetish? None of these things were what many of Madonna’s alleged fans wished to see and they vocalised their outpourings on Facebook et al in fairly brutal terms.
The chief villain of the picture seems to be Madonna’s face. Or, rather, the mysterious substances she injects into it. Here I must declare some inconsistency, because previously I, too, have winced at the lengths the world’s most commercially minded anarchist has gone to to conform to our era’s questionable standards of beauty...