I can't believe it's happened. I bought the new Madonna CD. Can you blame me? I'm living in a material world and I am a material guy. I know that's no excuse. I'm still trying to come to terms with the purchase myself, since listening to Madonna doesn't really win you any manly-man points. Here's what happened: I was watching the MTV music awards when Madonna performed a medley of songs off her album. The set consisted of Indian chants over electronica beats, Lenny Kravitz accompanying on guitar, and the enchanting voice of the one-and-only Madonna.

Did I just say that? I didn't realize that I even had admiration for Madonna. But as I watched her, I was entranced. 40 years old. Confident. Strong. Beautiful. I wanted to dance with her.

I don't know if I'm just getting older or maybe someone is slipping estrogen into my oatmeal.

Either way, it's getting to be difficult to maintain my "macho" image.


Anyone want to go shoe shopping?

November 20, nineteen98