Back in my last years of undergrad skewel I used to collect magazines with pictures of Madonna on the cover. This was when she was doing the punk-gamin looks and had just started appearing in films like Desperately Seeking Susan. Penthouse found some nude pics of her and I ran out and got that issue too. Although I thought a lot of her music was commercial gunk, though damn catchy, I loved looking at her. I rarely dressed up just like her (there was another girl in town who was famous for that) but in many ways she epitomized the way I wanted to look and be. No more. Back then she seemed very real because she was short and chubby and had ethnic features that she plastered lots of makeup on, and cheesy accessories. Now she's different, she has stylists to make her look like the classic movie star she apparently wanted to be all along, she has plastic surgery, she has airbrushing. I know she is Beautiful and Rich and an Award-winning savetheplanet whatsit. I'm just not interested in a plastic fantasy.
And I will never understand women around my age who seem to be on an "age denial" kick. The ones who lie about it are the funniest.
Grow up, Madonna. Understand that it's perfectly OK to get old, because it's what happens to everybody who doesn't get dead, and it's normal. It's life.