The number one issue in Madonna’s current path of self-destruction is her embarrassing inability to deal with aging. She has failed to study the example of her great role model, Marlene Dietrich, who retained her class and style to the end. Madonna keeps chasing after youth, humiliating herself with vulgar displays, like the horrendously trashy, buttock-baring outfit she wore to the Metropolitan Museum of Art Gala in May
She has become a cringe-making pastiche of ratty blonde hair extensions and artificially swollen cheeks, obscuring the magnificent classic bone structure that made her one of the most photogenic celebrities of the 1990s. In her struggles to stay relevant, Madonna has debased herself with adolescent, pitifully inept Instagrams that cannot compete with Rihanna’s brilliant work in that genre. Instead of lugubrious rants and hysterical recriminations, perhaps Madonna should try a little honest self-critique.
The way it did the Titanic ending before Titanic (except everyone was still alive). It's schmaltzy and cheesy but the end where everyone comes together to pay off his debt makes me tear up. It helps put some things in perspective when you think of the people who'd do anything for you.