No disrespect to Madonna, who I like and admire and is gorgeous, (and obviously is better looking than me) and I’m only talking about this shot, but this is the kind of grim, determined, joyless, goes-to-the-gym-too-much look that I hope never to acquire.
I’ll bet she looks great underneath this hardened, over-processed exterior. I’d love to see a picture of her in jeans and a tshirt, just a little bit of make-up, a softer more carefree haircut, laughing with her kids and her husband.
And me, I should go to the gym more. I only go twice a week. But I think I’ll stay in and read. It’s a rainy Sunday, isn’t that what rainy Sundays are for? I just finished my friend Jonathan’s book, Precious Blood, and that was FUN! Maybe I’ll move onto Founding Brothers which I’ve been meaning to read for a while. After watching John Adams on HBO I’m back in my American history kick.