I really hate when celebrities start talking about their significant others. Whether it be how handy they are around the house or good they are in bed, it all comes off as insincere and usually spells the death knell for any relationship. Have I used knell in the blog before? I don't think so, but it is kind of a cool word. Reminds me of a science fiction film or something which I don't really like by the way.
Well, science fiction product Madonna is just all over everywhere because of her new album. Each and every year she becomes less human and more machine. I have read interviews with her in Elle and Vanity Fair and it seems as if she doesn't eat anything but that macrobiotic crap. As a consequence she doesn't go out to eat much. For that I am thankful because then I would be forced to see more photos of her in the tabloids.
Madonna says that her dream is to just work out six hours a day. Why? Combined with the crap food she eats, not drinking alcohol and having to look in the mirror, it really does not seem like much of a life.
In most of her interviews she talks about her husband Guy Ritchie and what a wonderful guy he is. She talks about how he wants her to be more feminine. If she actually said that, then he must be wondering what kind of woman he married who slowly turns into a man. Madonna says their sex life is great. See, I don't really want to hear that because honestly, I don't know if it is true, because it is not like she is going to say that the sex is horrible or that Guy can't get it up because he feels like he is looking at a man and he is not gay.
Of course she is going to say it is fabulous. She is Madonna. Sex with Madonna is supposed to be fabulous. Considering they see each other about once a year it may very well be fabulous. Sex with your hand would be fabulous if it was just once a year. Just release the album, go on Dave, do SNL and then go back to the UK. We will see you in about four years and we can do it all over again. Maybe by then Lourdes will be doing things I can write about.