Besides, it has to be all creative and shit.
Ah, that's the problem. So, not lingerie or a wooden salad bowl, then.
I just got a coworker all of the cooking utensils off her registry because the only other things left that I could afford were like literally one wine glass. (The affordable ones had already been purchased...)
Michael Jackson just turned... 50.
As did Prince and Madonna. Helluva year.
This is what is killing me. Madonna - 50? Unpossible. It was just a bit ago that she bouncing around in lingerie and neon and damn, that was over 25 years ago (ok, and likely yesterday too)....crap. Old now.
Yeah, have you seen Madonna lately? She should maybe put some more clothes on. Not that her body isn't impressive, but it looks a little....stringy.
See, Madonna being 50 doesn't surprise me at all. Prince, maybe a little. MJ, though? I guess his Eternal Youth Plan worked pretty well on me.
...crap. Old now.
Nonsense. We're not old-- just well-seasoned. I've been seeing a lot of the people I went to high school and college with on Facebook and they've gotten older (or Botoxed themselves to hell and back).
Here:
Because prancing boys makes everything better
Madonna's reached the point where an older woman looks better with a few pounds more -- the skin has lost elasticity, plus cumulative sun damage if she was a tanner (and I'm betting yep she was.)
I was thinking that she could take me AND a small cheetah in a squash court, but I think I'd rather see her up against against Sarah Palin.
Yeah, have you seen Madonna lately? She should maybe put some more clothes on. Not that her body isn't impressive, but it looks a little....stringy.
I thought she was in great shape in the Give It To Me video; conversely, Four Minutes made me sad for her. Partly for the hideous top they had her wearing, but mostly because watching her dance moves, especially compared to that Timberlake chap, just reminded me of how much more she used to pull off.
What made me feel old last night was realizing that it was the 25th anniversary of the VMAs. And that I was watching the day MTV premiered (to the sounds of "Video Killed the Radio Star" and "Hungry Like the Wolf" about seventeen zillion times).
And that I was watching the day MTV premiered (to the sounds of "Video Killed the Radio Star" and "Hungry Like the Wolf" about seventeen zillion times).
My mother was cheap-- wouldn't spring for even basic cable for years. So I missed this seminal moment of our adolescence. I was reduced to watching syndicated half-hour shows of daily video countdowns-- and Dance Fever.
These days the only place I can find music videos is on Logo. And I find that dance-club numbers do wear on me eventually.