Madonna has always been the epitome of reinvention, but her latest attempt at making herself over is leaving me feeling a little distrurbed. She’s kind of like the White Witch in the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. At first you’re all like “Wow, Cate Blanchett is amazing in this. I have to get home to see The Aviator immediately!” and then the credits role and you realize you were watching her Oscar stealing evil dopplegangler Tilda Swinton and you cry yourself to sleep hoping she can’t invade your dream place like Freddy Kruger. (The worst part is when you realize she can).
Anyways Grandonna please stop spoiling my fantazy in which I believe you actually have some magic cure to aging (and death) by not killing/consuming the souls out of every photographer that shoots you. Seriously oldie, you have a reputation to maintain and that bitch Gaga is gaining speed.
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