Me and Madonna

Just got MDNA, Madonna's latest. Listening to it. I love her for being such a sexual renegade. It was something when we were twenty-somethings. Well I came of age when Madonna came to stardom. She went on to become one of the richest self-made women in the world. I did not. I worked in psychology (I videotaped parent-teenager interactions, I calculated thousands of GPAs for graduate fellowships, and I talked to and emailed hundreds of wanna-be psychology graduate students.)

I put in 20 years. Madonna has put in close to 35 years, and the clock is still clicking. We are both risk-takers. I think hers paid off better than mine. But I've got no regrets.

The Art Team Draws the Disdainful to the Super Bowl

So what's the most important thing happening this week? That's right! It's the Super Bowl. Now don't take me for some big football fan. I've had disdain for football for decades. I just find it all so brutal and so male. But I guess I've also been a bit of an elitist with my I-don't-do-football-No-I-do-the ballet attitude. And then there's this year's halftime show. So how'd they know that I LOVE Madonna?

Yes, Madonna has even lured me, the disdainful, to the Super Bowl. I will even make chili for the occasion. But that's as far as it goes...I'm not buying a wide screen TV or a Smart TV. But then, really, only thing I watch on TV is sporting events. Kathleen and I watch mostly Grand Slam tennis tournaments, but we do so with an addict's passion.

Somehow I don't think I'll be watching a lot of the football Sunday. No, I'm in it for the art: Madonna's halftime show and the commercials. I'm rooting for that team---the Art Team.