I laughed out loud at this piece on Go Fug Yourself just now, all about Madonna and Guy Ritchie. Then I stopped.
There have been so many reports of their marriage being in trouble, and there are so many people/magazines/news shows who are pathetically waiting for it to happen that it just all seems so unfair.
She adopts a child and is called a kid napper
She gets married she is criticized because he is younger, then the press spend the entire seven in a half years saying the couple are splitting up.
She manages to stay at the top of her game in the music industry for twenty five years and you have critics now saying she is inconsequential.
We build'em up...we break 'em down.
It must take it's toll. This is clearly reflected in her new album. Everyone has heard 'Miles Away' and knows the song is all about a couple that seem to only show affection when there is an ocean separating them. But the song that grabbed me as being the most autobiographical of her relationship was 'Incredible'.
"I don’t want this to end
I am missing my best friend
It was incredible"
Imagine if every single argument you have with your loved one made it into the worldwide press...it would be kind of hard to not get affected by it. I personally do not want to hear about Madonna's personal life outside of what she chooses to tell, just as I wouldn't want her to know mine.
When did our thirst to understand celebrities and love for them turn into wishing them pain?
The human race, I fear, is turning into a bunch of soulless creatures. Perhaps "I Am Legend" (the book) actually did happen and we are all vampires after each others blood for our own survival. Where is Buffy when you need her?