Oh, that Madonna. She just can't leave well enough alone. When she was a hit pop singer in the '80's, she believed churning out music videos meant that she could act. When she started flopping as an actress, she turned to coffee table porn. When that didn't pan out (or did it?), she became a Mommy, which gave her the boobs with which to fill out that Golden Globes EVITA dress.
High point is over, what next? Become a strict vegan, start tying red strings around her wrist, bend herself into yoga positions and make a few more shitty movies, this time dragging down her previously lauded director husband, Guy Ritchie with her. Just when the world had all but decided they were ready for a new Madonna, she gets back on the train and wags that "Uh-uh, I was here first!" finger in everyone's faces.
Now, she's defending Tom Cruise and his Scientology beliefs. Recently quoted as saying, "I don't care if people worship turtles or frogs - if they're good people, that's all I care about, and he (Cruise) is a good person. I think he gets a raw deal, just as I think the orphans in Malawi get a raw deal; just as I think a lot of marginalized people get a raw deal," Madge would appear to know what she's talking about for once. Too bad I'm still not going to believe her. I got off at the "Like a Virgin" stop and never looked back. Well, except for a few glances. I swear. Just a couple.