She was hot. Madonna rocked the stadium in Indianapolis tonight, arriving like Liz Taylor as Cleopatra, launching into one of the flashiest acts I’ve ever seen anywhere. At the end she went pseudo-gospel with Like a Prayer then disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving a message for World Peace behind at the 46th Super Bowl. Nice touch. Amazing showmanship, thanks to the high-tech flash enabled by Montreal’s Cirque du Soleil and The Moment Factory. (Actually, there wasn’t a lot of circus, more dance, choreographed by Jamie King.)
After it was over, I checked to see how the reactions were going on Twitter. As was noted in this Los Angeles Times story, opinions were sharply divided, between love and hate. But what bothered me were the ageist and sexist comments, sometimes both. Why do so many people (men and women) attack a woman on the basis of her age? Do these people think they’re immortal? Or that they’re getting younger every year. Reality check. No one stays forever young. And those who burn up the tracks on stage while they’re here deserve admiration. And that includes Madonna as well as Mick Jagger et al.
