Critiquing Madonna: Why Her Esthetic Choices Matter

I dipped my toe in the water of Madonna last week, mostly not identifying with a) having a strong opinion about her either way; b) finding it silly to have a strong opinion about the strong opinion of others. [*spoiler alert* I changed my mind.] Mostly, I thought she was a perfect fit for a starring in a remake of Sunset Blvd; since then, I also thought of Colette’s Chéri.

Her appearance on the Grammy’s revived the love her/hate her kerfuffle, and I was still more likely to roll my eyes than wade in, although I was put off by her scolding tone at the awards, delivered without any trace of self-deprecating humor. (She’s never been good at that, despite thinking she is.)

When the defenders of Madonna post nonsense like this, however, I get pissed. Because by taking her self- “reinvention” to a Botched-level of facial distortion, she is embodying the following messages:

-“I know you say you love me, worshipful fans, but I don’t trust it. I don’t believe that you will still put me on the pedestal of diva-of-all-divas if I just do a little nip and tuck or none at all. I only see myself in your eyes, and what I see there is that you demand me to remain iconic and young at all costs.”
-“It is okay to be 64, but not to look it. I am so not okay with it that I am trying to look not 10 years younger, but at least…