How do I know this? Because one of the iconic sex objects of my adolescence and youth – a woman that successfully reinvented herself a dozen times to fit a rapidly-changing market – has apparently decided that adopting the name Esther will fill some inner need for her*. It gets worse, folks: until the Post pointed it out to me, I hadn’t realized that Puff Daddy and P. Diddy were the same person. I’m just not getting the memos any more, it seems…
(Via Wizbang)
Moe
*Plus, she’s got to set a good example for the kids.
I think she should go all out and change her name to just “Hadassah”. (The Hebrew version of Esther, or at least the original Hebrew name of Queen Esther of the bible story.) It even sounds a little like “Madonna”!
It took me a little while to get the P. Diddy/Puff Daddy memo too. What’s worse, it’s possible that I got it from the New Yorker.
Look on the bright side: she could’ve simply changed her name to a small picture of a pointy bra, and called herself “the artist formerly known as Madonna”.
…or maybe not.
At this point, going conservative is the most radical thing Madonna could do. A leopard doesn’t change its spots.
20 years ago, sitting at the bottom of Maslow’s hierarchy, she changes her name to garner more attention.
20 years later, She sits at the pinnacle of Maslow’s hierarchy and, having nothing else to do, changes her name to garner more attention.
Selfish little narcissist that she is.
I relish the day she officially falls from the spotlight altogether.
For me, the defining moment came many years ago when I was fortunate (sic) enough to see Ms. Ciccone (Esther-formerly-known-as-Madonna) actually act (sic) live on stage (David Mamet’s “Speed-the-Plow”) on Broadway.
Even propped up by two of the better stage actors around (Joe Mantegna and Ron Silver), she sucked every joule of energy out of Mamet’s dialogue (which, it being Mamet, was the whole play), and merely accentuated her lack of stature (Literally – Madonna is amazingly petite in real life) and obviously in desperate need of a camera and director to overcome her innate lack of presence.
Oh well… idles (sic) always have feet of clay…..
For me, the defining moment came many years ago when I was fortunate (sic) enough to see Ms. Ciccone (Esther-formerly-known-as-Madonna) actually act (sic) live on stage (David Mamet’s “Speed-the-Plow”) on Broadway.
Even propped up by two of the better stage actors around (Joe Mantegna and Ron Silver), she sucked every joule of energy out of Mamet’s dialogue (which, it being Mamet, was the whole play), and merely accentuated her lack of stature (Literally – Madonna is amazingly petite in real life) and obviously in desperate need of a camera and director to overcome her innate lack of presence.
Oh well… idles (sic) always have feet of clay…..
Madonna? A sex symbol? I always thought of her more as a product than a sex symbol.
Now Ann Margaret, Gina Lollobrigida, Brigette Bardot, and Rachel Welch, those were sex symbols, and they still look pretty friggin’ good (although Bardot’s mind seems to have snapped recently).
You think you’re growing old, Moe? Wait until you post something like that and people say “Mado-who?”
“Selfish little narcissist that she is.
I relish the day she officially falls from the spotlight altogether.”
Wow. . bitter?
Hopefully she’ll eventually apologize to all of the people her name change has injured.
Old, Moe?
Look; I had to read your post twice before I realized you weren’t referring to Esther Williams.
“Look; I had to read your post twice before I realized you weren’t referring to Esther Williams.”
Who?
Moe
PS: I am so, so sorry, aireachail: I couldn’t help it. St. Francis of Assisi wouldn’t have been able to resist that straightline. 🙂
No sweat, Moe.
Kinda bizarre that we can go from Madonna to St. Francis of Assisi in 10 posts…but that’s precisely why I keep checkin’ back here!