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Sorry to oppress you about our friend Madonna but she seems to me to be one of rare ones making any news these days. (Falling off horses, trying to adopt impoverished children; it’s still front-page fodder.)
So I just had to ask a member of her inner circle: What was up with Madonna’s wacky outfit at the Metropolitan Museum Costume Gala last week? (Were those antlers on her head, or antennae to contact aliens?) Especially since she attended with her friend, young Jesus Luz, who looked sensational and was wearing a traditional black-tie tuxedo. The answer came: “Liz, she is never going to be what some of her fans want – a woman in classic glamour couture, all the time. She is on the edge, fashionwise, and every other way. Look, she was having fun that night. She wasn’t taking herself or her clothes seriously. Given her workload and a personality that never lets her rest, we’re always happy when she just has fun!”
I did put up online Robin Platzer’s incredible photograph from that night of 22-year-old Jesus with an accompanying comment on his good looks. The response to this picture was incredible! I think on the wowOwow.com site we had only one woman who bounded in to say we should be more serious and not waste everybody’s time. (Along with somebody asking if I was “on Madonna’s payroll.” Hmmmm … I guess I’m on Dolly Parton’s payroll, too!)
But I very much enjoy the beauty of young Mr. Luz. And Madonna’s own PR rep, the perspicacious Liz Rosenberg, went out of her way to e-mail me, after she saw my Flash: “Trust me, what you wrote about this heartthrob is a total understatement. This is truly the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen in my life and you can say you were the first to write about him because, baby, he’s a star!” This from a woman who reps not only Madonna, but Cher, Stevie Nicks, Michael Bublé, Josh Groban – she knows from stars.
So, again, we give you Jesus Luz. Man of the hour. And man of Madonna’s hour!
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Liz Smith on the adoption
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Is everybody happy? The Malawi government refused to grant Madonna permission to adopt three-year-old Mercy James (whom she first met two years ago). The child will stay in an orphanage. That’s better than Madonna?!
Madonna and David Banda © Getty Images
Even Guy Ritchie, though happy to be single again, released a statement praising Madonna’s parenting, and expressed distress and surprise at the actions of the Malawi court.
Odd, isn’t it, that the child’s grandmother — the only living relative — allowed Mercy to languish in the orphanage, without a peep, until Madonna showed up ready to adopt? Then granny gets all excited, and we are treated to the idea that the evil pop star has come to pluck the child, shrieking, from her grandmother’s loving arms.
In Malawi, 14 percent of the population is HIV positive, and life expectancy is 44 years. And what awaits many African girls — aside from contracting AIDS? Rape, teenage pregnancy and death caused by childbirth. (Mercy’s 18-year-old mother died soon after giving birth.)
Whatever happens to little Mercy, we can all sleep safe and snug, knowing she is not being raised in comfort and safety, with the best medical care and education available, by that monster of iniquity, Madonna.
Even if we never contribute a dime or a second of time to a needy cause, we’re all better than Madonna, right?
Is everybody happy? The Malawi government refused to grant Madonna permission to adopt three-year-old Mercy James (whom she first met two years ago). The child will stay in an orphanage. That’s better than Madonna?!
Madonna and David Banda © Getty Images
Even Guy Ritchie, though happy to be single again, released a statement praising Madonna’s parenting, and expressed distress and surprise at the actions of the Malawi court.
Odd, isn’t it, that the child’s grandmother — the only living relative — allowed Mercy to languish in the orphanage, without a peep, until Madonna showed up ready to adopt? Then granny gets all excited, and we are treated to the idea that the evil pop star has come to pluck the child, shrieking, from her grandmother’s loving arms.
In Malawi, 14 percent of the population is HIV positive, and life expectancy is 44 years. And what awaits many African girls — aside from contracting AIDS? Rape, teenage pregnancy and death caused by childbirth. (Mercy’s 18-year-old mother died soon after giving birth.)
Whatever happens to little Mercy, we can all sleep safe and snug, knowing she is not being raised in comfort and safety, with the best medical care and education available, by that monster of iniquity, Madonna.
Even if we never contribute a dime or a second of time to a needy cause, we’re all better than Madonna, right?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Liz Smith: Hot, Younger Sex Partners and the Eternal Double Standard
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“You never see a man walking down the street with a woman who has a little pot belly and a bald spot,” says comic Elayne Boosler.
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Now look, when you are 50 years old and still toned and firm – and when you are rich and also one of the most powerful and successful stories in worldwide show business – is it any wonder you can pick up a handsome 22-year-old for fun and games?
Yes, yes – I’m talking again about Madonna and Jesus Luz and their still-sizzling romance.
But first, why shouldn’t Madonna do what men have been doing for years – centuries, in fact? (That is, get successful and rich and start dating younger and younger and sexier and prettier – or handsomer – partners?)
What I really want to ask you about is a recent "gotcha" photo which shows Madonna holding her adopted son, David Banda, by the hand, with Jesus Luz right behind her, and they are actually leaving kabbalah services in New York on a Sunday.
I want to ask: When was the last time you saw a paparazzi photo of a big star emerging from church, synagogue or mosque? They come twirling out of chauffeured cars, out of Starbucks, out of movie premieres on the red carpet. They trip out of discos, bars, saloons and night clubs. But very few have I ever seen emerging from anywhere in a full blast of spirituality.
Now, yes – Jesus Luz did leave his girlfriend, Krishna Siqueira, for Madonna. But he still talks to Krishna and recently told her that he is in a great phase of his life right now. So, OK – Jesus got Madonna and he got a ready-made family and he also got religion. I love it!
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The flip-side P.S. to the above is that nobody believes M and Jesus are in any way serious. This and her alleged “romance” with 33-year-old baseball star Alex Rodriguez seem to be classic rebounds from a nine-year marriage with director Guy Ritchie. Madonna wasn’t feeling the love, to say the least! (She has been startlingly candid to friends as to just how underappreciated she felt throughout that wedlock.)
Unfortunately, aside from the eternal double standard, there is the fact that Madonna has worked so relentlessly at being “strong” that she does not generate much sympathy or empathy. She behaves as if she doesn’t care. Or maybe she just doesn’t know.
Because nobody’s saying, “You go, girl.” Or even placing her atop the current list of luscious “cougars.” No, the general reaction out there, even among devoted fans is … please stop. Cut your hair. Gain weight. Be the gorgeous and glamorous 50-year-old you can be, not some wiry ersatz version of yourself 25 years ago. Revamp your act, so it can go on for another … 50 years! (She is supreme among concert attractions, still.)
And there is the matter of her three children, specifically 12-year-old Lourdes, who is already a beauty. Perhaps Madonna has wise and reasonable kabbalah-tinged conversations with her daughter, and they are simpatico with the issue of Mama’s friends. But from the outside looking in, it’s … Lana Turner time.
“You never see a man walking down the street with a woman who has a little pot belly and a bald spot,” says comic Elayne Boosler.
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Now look, when you are 50 years old and still toned and firm – and when you are rich and also one of the most powerful and successful stories in worldwide show business – is it any wonder you can pick up a handsome 22-year-old for fun and games?
Yes, yes – I’m talking again about Madonna and Jesus Luz and their still-sizzling romance.
But first, why shouldn’t Madonna do what men have been doing for years – centuries, in fact? (That is, get successful and rich and start dating younger and younger and sexier and prettier – or handsomer – partners?)
What I really want to ask you about is a recent "gotcha" photo which shows Madonna holding her adopted son, David Banda, by the hand, with Jesus Luz right behind her, and they are actually leaving kabbalah services in New York on a Sunday.
I want to ask: When was the last time you saw a paparazzi photo of a big star emerging from church, synagogue or mosque? They come twirling out of chauffeured cars, out of Starbucks, out of movie premieres on the red carpet. They trip out of discos, bars, saloons and night clubs. But very few have I ever seen emerging from anywhere in a full blast of spirituality.
Now, yes – Jesus Luz did leave his girlfriend, Krishna Siqueira, for Madonna. But he still talks to Krishna and recently told her that he is in a great phase of his life right now. So, OK – Jesus got Madonna and he got a ready-made family and he also got religion. I love it!
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The flip-side P.S. to the above is that nobody believes M and Jesus are in any way serious. This and her alleged “romance” with 33-year-old baseball star Alex Rodriguez seem to be classic rebounds from a nine-year marriage with director Guy Ritchie. Madonna wasn’t feeling the love, to say the least! (She has been startlingly candid to friends as to just how underappreciated she felt throughout that wedlock.)
Unfortunately, aside from the eternal double standard, there is the fact that Madonna has worked so relentlessly at being “strong” that she does not generate much sympathy or empathy. She behaves as if she doesn’t care. Or maybe she just doesn’t know.
Because nobody’s saying, “You go, girl.” Or even placing her atop the current list of luscious “cougars.” No, the general reaction out there, even among devoted fans is … please stop. Cut your hair. Gain weight. Be the gorgeous and glamorous 50-year-old you can be, not some wiry ersatz version of yourself 25 years ago. Revamp your act, so it can go on for another … 50 years! (She is supreme among concert attractions, still.)
And there is the matter of her three children, specifically 12-year-old Lourdes, who is already a beauty. Perhaps Madonna has wise and reasonable kabbalah-tinged conversations with her daughter, and they are simpatico with the issue of Mama’s friends. But from the outside looking in, it’s … Lana Turner time.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Madonna talks to Liz Smith about her Oscar after-Party
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By Liz Smith
Madonna’s Oscar-night fete at the home of her manager, Guy Oseary, co-hosted with Demi Moore, was a big success. When I asked her for the ingredient that makes hosting duties fun, Madonna said, “We were trying to have a real dance party, not a corporate affair!” (Darlings, Madonna has never had a “corporate” affair. It’s always very personal.)
La Ciccone elaborated: “Great music is the secret — and an open bar! By the end of the night, most of the ladies in couture were dancing barefoot.” Well, I saw Madonna dance on a tabletop in four-inch heels the night she won her first Grammy. Barefoot carousing ain’t so much. When I reminded Madonna of this, she said, rather primly, “I was very happy that night, Liz.”
There were no cameras at M and Mrs. Kutcher’s Oscar party, no barricaded press walls, just Demi and her hubby, Ashton, “twittering.” I guess they were alerting fans — we’re here, and you’re not! Madonna doesn’t twitter her fans. She knows they know she thinks they should live their own lives, and not be so concerned with her. (Until she tours again.)
I’m glad Madonna had fun; she always does when she dances. But I’d like to have seen her onstage at the Kodak Theater Oscar night. Why not? She has had more successful movies than her legend of flops would suggest, and twice performed memorably on the telecast. (Many fans consider her 1990 Oscar-night rendition of Sondheim’s “Sooner or Later” to be her best live television performance and her peak moment of glamour.
Madonna made more money in concert last year than anybody else, male or female. She’s a star. Once upon a time — about 25 years ago — I questioned this. I came to see the error of my skepticism. Oscar could have used a shot of Ciccone.
By Liz Smith
Madonna’s Oscar-night fete at the home of her manager, Guy Oseary, co-hosted with Demi Moore, was a big success. When I asked her for the ingredient that makes hosting duties fun, Madonna said, “We were trying to have a real dance party, not a corporate affair!” (Darlings, Madonna has never had a “corporate” affair. It’s always very personal.)
La Ciccone elaborated: “Great music is the secret — and an open bar! By the end of the night, most of the ladies in couture were dancing barefoot.” Well, I saw Madonna dance on a tabletop in four-inch heels the night she won her first Grammy. Barefoot carousing ain’t so much. When I reminded Madonna of this, she said, rather primly, “I was very happy that night, Liz.”
There were no cameras at M and Mrs. Kutcher’s Oscar party, no barricaded press walls, just Demi and her hubby, Ashton, “twittering.” I guess they were alerting fans — we’re here, and you’re not! Madonna doesn’t twitter her fans. She knows they know she thinks they should live their own lives, and not be so concerned with her. (Until she tours again.)
I’m glad Madonna had fun; she always does when she dances. But I’d like to have seen her onstage at the Kodak Theater Oscar night. Why not? She has had more successful movies than her legend of flops would suggest, and twice performed memorably on the telecast. (Many fans consider her 1990 Oscar-night rendition of Sondheim’s “Sooner or Later” to be her best live television performance and her peak moment of glamour.
Madonna made more money in concert last year than anybody else, male or female. She’s a star. Once upon a time — about 25 years ago — I questioned this. I came to see the error of my skepticism. Oscar could have used a shot of Ciccone.
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