Oh, yes, the concert, well to really experience her connection to the US and near her hometown, one should revel in seeing her perform in Detroit, MI. I checked online at a couple ticket agencies - prices were about the same. She plays at Ford Field on November 18, and if I wanted to feel lighter than air with possible side effects, then the tickets were a mere $83, but if I wanted to feel as if I was riding in a hot air balloon with some stability, then I could come down a level and fork out $144-157. I'm sure this is pretty good by today's standards, and because I haven't seen a concert since, ummmmm, well, hmmm, I think it was 2001. Ticket prices are way out in left field for my budget.

I admire Madonna and her accomplishments, her strength to endure critics' sometimes rude comments and her empowerment to all young and old girls alike. But, I'm passing up this opportunity, since I've already had the "experience" of seeing an icon. However, I'll pull out all my albums, CDs and cassettes on concert day and "dance like no one is watching" maybe a little Vogue-ing and "Just Like a Prayer" she and her entourage will be in my thoughts for their safe journey across the states and hope all who see her enjoy this century 'Material Girl' in all her glory and empowerment!

En febrero y marzo de próximo año en Londres habrá un exhibición titulada "Simply Maddona, materials of the girl".Habrán unos 300 objetos personales de ella, entre ellos estarán  el vestido rosa que usó en el video de Material Girl, así como el vestido para la película Evita. Lo que no le parece justo a Madonna es que van a exhibir 17 cartas que le envió a su ex novio James Albright, el cual formo parte de la vida de Madonna en esa década.

Madonna nosotros estamos contigo, nos parece un poco atrevido que tengan que mostrar cartas de amor, eso ya es demasiado privado. Que hacemos para que no las exhiban??

Todo sobre Madonna en quevio.com

Madonna fired up her new Sticky Sweet Tour in England with the usual: leather, ambiguous male dancers and lumping John McCain in with a man who destroyed approx. 6 million Jews in WWII, Adolf Hitler.

It wasn't enough for the material grandma to visually assault the overpaying crowd with her 50+ "Sticky Sweet" Touring Buns...but apparently Madonna decided to throw in a little political statement, as self important artists tend to do, during the performance.  So on a giant video-tron during her show John McCain's picture rolled across screen in a montage of pics including Adolf Hitler as well as Zimbabwe's authoritarian President Robert Mugabe.

In a separate video statement, John Lennon, Al Gore, Gandhi, and Obama's picture were together in a montage obviously more favorable and positive.

Madonna has had a bad year.  Her new album is bad.  There are reports her marriage is on the skids.  She's in an African adopting competition with Angelina Jolie and losing.  Her brother wrote a tell-all book about her.  She just turned the big 50...which isn't bad unless your whole career has been based on being a twenty-something sex symbol (bad in her case).  So overall, it's not been great.  But that's no reason for Madonna to stop using common sense or human decency for the sake of publicity and associate McCain with Hitler.

Listen, I don't like what Bush has done for the past 8 years.  It's because of that fact I feel like running with wild abandon into the arms of Obama.  So McCain is not neccessarily my guy.  But I certainly recognize he's not on the same level with ADOLF HITLER!!!  OK??  Madonna once again trades human decency for a buck.  I'm not worried about the political impact it may have, because that's giving Madonna and her fan base fathoms more creditability she has or deserves.  This is a woman who wore cones on her boobs while trying to pull off the ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ Hairstyle.’ I'm a 28 year old in 2008...am I supposed to be impressed by that?  I've seen so much cooler.  Maybe that was new and fascinating in the 80's but what have you done for me lately Madonna, other than try and shock me by using a political association?  Is she still a trendsetter?  An icon?  Is she someone who has something to say? Is she really that controversial?

No.  Madonna is tired, worn and losing her grip on our attention spans.  Society has upped the stakes and she can't hang.  So now Mrs. Truth or Dare is grasping at the last straws to be controversially relevant, but with her last few stunts, records, and personal revelations, its now it's very apparent how publicly irrelevant Madonna and her credibility has been all along.  The comparison to Hitler was the highlighting of Madonna's unbelievable lack of education and sensitivity.

I may not like McCain's party and it may be popular to bash Republicans right now because Bush has destroyed our country in and out for 8 years, but Hitler was responsible for the torturing, maiming, decapitating, gutting, burning, and general spiritual desecration of nearly 6 million people on this earth out of sheer evil. McCain isn't even in the same cosmos as Hitler let alone the same ballpark, and Madonna should shut her gaping publicity pie hole and open a book before she decides to make political comparisons for shock value.

While you wait, watch recent DVD releases of new and classic television series on sale at Amazon, including House (season 4), Heroes (season 2), Mad Men (season 1), Lost (season 4), Beverly Hills 90210 (season 6), Charmed (complete series), The Odd Couple (complete series), The Sopranos (complete series), Scrubs (season 7), Desperate Housewives (season 4), Grey's Anatomy (season 4), and The Office (season 4). Not sure how long this BOGO deal lasts, but Amazon's offering Buy 1 Get 1 Free on select TV DVDs.

And for fellow fans of Sex and the City, pre-order your copy of "Sex and the City: The Movie" Extended Cut on DVD or nab one on Amazon.com after its release September 23, 2008. Happy upfronts to all and to all a good night.

Ma intereseaza mai mult toalele pe care le iau si bling bling-urile pe care mi le atarn decat trasaturile morale, pe care le las sa prinda panze de paianjeni? Conteaza pentru mine mai mult decat orice prima impresie si ce cred altii despre mine? Damn. Daca ma gandesc mai bine, se poate crede asta. De catre cineva care nu ma cunoaste absolut deloc, evident. Daca am grija de mine, e pentru ca imi place sa o fac. E un mod prin care vad rezultate imediat..oricine are nevoie de asemenea mici satisfactii de moment, pentru a-i da puterea de a astepta adevaratele rezultate, cele ale proiectelor ce se intind pe o durata mare de timp. Ei, si acum..am zis ca imi face placere sa am grija de mine, dar niciodata. JUR. Niciodata. Niciodata nu voi ajunge asa.Doua puncte.

"Dar momentele cele mai frumose sunt acelea in care trebuie sa iau decizii !  Ma refer la hotararile pe care trebuie sa le iau in fiecare dimineata! De ex , cum ma imbrac , daca ma machiez cu negru sau cu albastru , ce gloss sa folosesc , sa-mi fac bucle sau sa-mi indrept parul! Ador aceste probleme! In fiecare zi ma fac mai vesela , mai bine dispusa , mai surazatoare! Zilele cele mai negre sunt acelea cand nu trebuie sa ies din casa si nu trebuie sa ma aranjez! Asta e partea mea frivola , cu care eu ma mandresc."

Doamne, apara si pazeste! Si eu's superficiala?? Este o parte dintr-un articol postat de o...o....fiinta de sex feminin pe blog, articol pe care l-am gasit pe un alt site. De fapt, asta m-a determinat sa scriu postul asta. SI EU'S SUPERFICIALA????? Oo doamne..Cat de..de...esuata, daramata, ratata, distrusa poti sa ajungi sa fii intr-o singura viata?? Ea nu iese din casa => Nu trebuie sa se aranjeze. Abiiis. E clar ca asta daca se aranjeaza o face ca s-o vada altii. Abia asteapta sa-i zica ma-sa "Treci fa si ia o portocala de la magazin". Sare-ntr-un picior, are motiv de iesit din casa, iupii, sta in fata oglinzii o ora, se gandeste "vaai, oare ma dau cu albastru sau cu negru??" , "vai de mine si de mine, oare sa-mi fac bucle sau sa imi indrept parul, ca lui Costica ii plac buclele si Ghita mi-a zis ca's secsi cu parul lins, ce ma faac?", "Ah, ce soarta cruda!! Unde mi-e glossul ala roz 'bonbon', nu-l gaseesc, ce ma fac, o sa mooor! Aah gata stiu, ma dau cu jumatate de tub roz si jumatate portocaliu, a sau nu, mai bine le pun intregi, cine stie pe cati o sa mai trebuiasca sa-i pup in drum? Ce desteapta sunt, vai, ma mandresc! Ah ce-mi place, ce-mi plaace, adoor aceste probleme, ma fac atat de vesela, de surazatoare, de bine dispusa!" La cum povesteste, iti da impresia ca mai are umpic si ajunge la orgasm in timp ce se machiaza...daca atat stie sa faca, ce poti sa vrei..? Daca ma machiez, nu e niciodata fiindca tre sa ies din casa. Vara asta , in afara de ocaziile speciale, nu stiu daca m-am machiat de zece ori, si asta fiindca n-am avut chef. N-am simtit nevoia. Nu vreau niciodata sa impresionez pe cineva, sa fac pe cineva sa ma placa etc. Te machiezi, te place, iesi din anonimat in fata lui, ...? Asa, si? Si ce? Pentru mine n-ar exista jignire mai mare decat asta. Nu stiu de ce, poate e orgoliul meu exagerat, poate eu nu sunt in regula cu capul, dar...niciodata nu as numi "prieten" o persoana care ma apreciaza doar pentru cum arat.

Cateodata, chiar am crezut si eu ca sunt superficiala. Cateodata, imi doresc sa fiu superficiala. Daca nu intelegi, nu patrunde nimic in tine, nu ajunge sa te doara nimic, nu te implici, esti fericit. Din pacate, de acum incolo, de fiecare data cand voi incerca sa ma mint singura spunandu-mi ca pot sa nu ma implic in ceva ce s-ar putea sa ma raneasca, imi voi aminti de don'soara de mai sus. Si-mi voi da seama ca de fapt nu pot. E mai bine de mine sau e mai bine de ea? Acum as spune ca de ea, dar daca privesc si cealalta jumatate a paharului, ma voi intreba..Daca totusi, duduia asta ajunge sa aiba sentimente si sa sufere, cum se ridica de jos dupa o dezamagire? Unde gaseste puterea necesara? In machiaj? Nu stiu ea...Dar stiu ca eu am de unde sa iau forta de a trece mai departe. Si pe asta n-am gasit-o in rimel. N-o sa stau niciodata sa plang ca proasta dupa un baiat sau dupa un prieten, o prietena...A fost unul din cele trei lucruri pe care mi le-am jurat mie insami. Nu voi strica prietenii adevarate pentru baieti, nu ma voi schimba niciodata pentru nimeni si nu voi plange din cauza altora.

Am inceput sa scriu postul asta in primul rand pentru a-mi demonstra mie ca nu conteaza atat de mult ce cred altii despre tine, atata timp cat tu stii ce reprezinti, cine esti, cum esti. E scris in word, nu stiam daca sa-l public sau nu, dar o sa-l pun pe blog, doar din curiozitate...oare se vor simti aia care ma acuzau de superficialitate? Oare-si vor da seama ca habar n-au care-i sensul cuvantului? Astept...

Madonna turns 50: Highs and lows

Madonna - one of the most successful stars in pop history - celebrates her 50th birthday on Saturday.

Use our interactive timeline to find out more about the ups and downs of her career.

Full name: Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone

Born: August 16, 1958, Bay City, Michigan, USA

Also known as: The Queen of Pop, Material Girl, Madge, Esther, Mrs Ritchie.

Biggest hits: Holiday, Into The Groove, Like A Prayer, Vogue, Ray of Light, Music.

Quote: "A woman who pulled herself up by her bra straps and has been known to let them down occasionally" (Bette Midler, introducing Madonna at Live Aid in 1985).

Madonna's mother, also called Madonna, dies of breast cancer. The tragic event has a lifelong impact on the singer. "You walk around with a big hole inside you, a feeling of emptiness and longing," the star later says.

Madonna moves to New York in 1977, where she studies with choreographer Alvin Ailey and works as a model.

Early music demos recorded with her boyfriend Stephen Bray make their way to Sire Records boss Seymour Stein, who demands to meet her, even though he is in hospital with a heart condition. Impressed with "the drive, the zeal, the ruthlessness" of a young Madonna, he signs her on the spot. But her first few releases only make an impact in clubs.

Holiday becomes Madonna's first breakthrough hit in the US, reaching number 16 in late 1983. Her first top 10 hit comes a year later with Borderline, a song she later disowns. She is more proud of the subsequent, career-defining hits Like A Virgin and Material Girl. The sell-out Virgin Tour begins in 1985 with support from the Beastie Boys.

Madonna receives rave reviews for her role in mainstream film Desperately Seeking Susan (she previously made low-budget sexploitation movie A Certain Sacrifice in 1979).

She also hits number one with Into The Groove, plays Live Aid, and marries actor Sean Penn on a Californian clifftop, their vows drowned out by the roar of press helicopters circling overhead.

True Blue was the first time Madonna had a writing credit on every song.

The album True Blue, with its iconic Herb Ritts cover, cements Madonna's reputation as the first lady of pop, reaching number one in 12 countries and spawning five hit singles.Papa Don't Preach, which deals with teenage pregnancy, confirms the star's willingness to tackle controversial issues, while Live To Tell's raw vocals (recorded on the first take) show new emotional depth.

Her first world tour, Who's That Girl, sees the singer mobbed by adoring fans in cities across the globe.

But Madonna's film career takes the first of many serious beatings with the release of Shanghai Surprise.

A year later, she separates from Sean Penn, and the couple are granted a divorce in 1989.

The video for Like A Prayer caused storms of protest

The release of Like A Prayer marks the moment when critics first begin to describe Madonna as an artist, rather than a mere pop singer. The title track's video, which shows the star kissing a black saint, causes storms of protest – but sends her straight to number one.She follows up the album with the hit single Vogue and the lavish Blond Ambition tour. At the end of 1990, Madonna seals her reputation with a Greatest Hits album – The Immaculate Collection.

The sex book was shot by noted fashion photographer Steven Meisel

A coffee table photo book, Sex, finds Madonna in a number of sexually explicit poses with the likes of Naomi Campbell and Vanilla Ice. The book is derided in the press, and the dark and seedy Erotica album suffers as a result.Two years later, she makes a bizarre, expletive-filled appearance on David Letterman's talk show. Madonna asks the host to smell her underwear, smokes a cigar and quizzes Letterman on whether he urinates in the shower. When she refuses to leave the stage, several audience members shout "get off".

The show marks a low point in public perception of the star.

Madonna's casting in Evita helps to rehabilitate her image - and her film career. Meanwhile, she falls pregnant to fitness trainer Carlos Leon, giving birth to her first daughter, Lourdes, in October.

Ray of Light was produced by British musician William Orbit

Ray Of Light marks a musical return to form. Its laid-back blend of dance and electronica catches the pop superstar in a reflective mood, musing on fame and parenthood. She continues to mine this rich seam of futuristic pop with Beautiful Stranger in 1999 and Music in 2000, albeit with diminishing returns.In the meantime, she meets Guy Ritchie at a party thrown by Sting's wife Trudi Styler. The couple have a son, Rocco, before tying the knot in Scotland days before the new Millennium.

The Re-Invention tour took more than $125m (£62.5m) in ticket sales

After the lacklustre American Life album, Madonna looks to the past for her Re-invention World Tour. Highlights including the yoga-inspired dance routines of Vogue, and a bagpipe version of Papa Don't Preach.She follows it up with a love letter to disco, Confessions on a Dancefloor, produced by the tour's musical director Stuart Price. Based around European dance music - including a prominent Abba sample on Hung Up - sells 8 million copies, but its singles perform badly in the US.

The accompanying tour draws flack when Madonna performs Live To Tell while strapped to a mirrored cross, wearing a crown of thorns.

Madonna 's adoption was challenged by Malawian civil rights groups

Madonna visits Malawi, arriving by private jet in the capital, Lilongwe. She says she is in the country on a humanitarian mission to visit Aids orphans, but government officials say she plans to adopt a child.A week later, Yohane Banda tells the Associated Press news agency the star has adopted his 13-month-old son, David. "I know he will be very happy in America," he says.

Madonna denies she has used her status to "fast-track" the process, and the adoption does not receive final approval until 2008.

Hard Candy features collaborations with Justin Timberlake and Kanye West

Showing no signs of letting up the pace as she approaches 50, Madonna parts company with record label Warner Brothers to sign a ground-breaking contract with concert promoters Live Nation.She is also inducted to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame; releases an album, Hard Candy; directs her first film, Filth and Wisdom, and produces I Am Because We Are, a documentary about Aids orphans in Malawi - all while fending off rumours about trouble in her marriage.

After celebrating her 50th birthday, the megastar sets off on her Sticky and Sweet world tour next week.

Hailed as a scathing tell-all about the Material Girl, this unauthorized biography just came out and Madonna is Evita-ntly none too thrilled about it. (Sorry, but the puns are irresistible.)

"Why bother?", you ask.

Several reasons (I answer!)

The main one?

I was at the bookstore and there was the book, staring boldly at me from its pedestal, daring me to pick it up. And since I'm finished with my last book, I figured, why not? It's summertime after all, and a good time for some light reading. And i do love a good biography.

Also, a few months ago I saw the DVD of her Confessions tour and rather liked it. It had been a long time since I had really paid much attention to Madonna or her work. But the concert recaptured my interest.

Before I discuss the book's main thread & sizzle, I want to touch on the part that intrigued me the most:

Ciccone talks at great length about the art he helped Madonna collect, as well as the design work he did for her various homes. It's full of great details and rich enough to prompt me to look up each piece he mentioned.

I especially wanted to see the "19th century gilded Russian chair" he mentions on Page 161.

Well... in the process, I found something even more satisfying:

An Architectural Digest site with 12 photos of the interior of the Material Girl's Manhattan Apartment on Central Park West. The art is truly wonderful, as are many of the interiors.

This was great as it really brings Ciccone's art selections to life and puts them in context.

Check it out:

http://www.architecturaldigest.com/homes/features/2007/05/madonna_slideshow_052007?showall=true

But back to the book.

I'm only two-thirds into it, and it's definitely a page-turner. I wouldn't say fascinating, only because nothing in it really shocks or surprises me. But it's certainly a fun---and at at times, touching---read.

It's essentially well-written, thorough and entertaining with lots of juicy tidbits, though Ciccone tends to get a little trite, both in his love/admiration and his scorn for his formidable older sister. And pretty transparent in much of it in terms of wanting to prove something--himself, his talent and all his contributions to Madonna's success. But I can't really blame him, considering his role in Madonna's rise to super-stardom and the rotten treatment he claims to have often received from her. Apparently she dishes out her love and her wrath in equal parts, something that I can imagine being very unsettling to him.
Or anyone with a pulse.

While many (including me) don't approve of writing "tell-alls" for a few bucks (or at all), especially about family, others may be surprised it took him this long for this cathartic act, given the degree of disillusionment & hurt he's been grappling with for years. Still, one might ask, "why now?" Ciccone does write about the fact that it's taken him a long time to let go of his fears and get out from under her shadow. Also, I guess if you're going to live your life in the limelight, you can't very well hide the "shadow" parts, as Carl Jung would call them.

Madonna is portrayed pretty much as we've come to view her over the years:

A boldly ambitious, fearless enigma, full of contradictions, polarity & complexity.

Still, I can't help but ask, "is that really that uncommon among celebs? Or other mere mortals, for that matter?"

Madonna is larger than life and a huge icon. No argument there. And now even more infamous because of the rumors of her affair with one Alex Rodriguez, aka "A-Rod" (horrible nickname, don't you think?) The timing for this book to hit the stands could not be more perfect, and Ciccone must be a little thrilled, in spite of his love for his sister.

It's not exactly a news flash that Madonna feels she has enough money and power to get away with being as erratic, snotty & ruthless as she feels like, without being restricted by the same social norms we earthlings have to abide by. But for those paying closer attention, her self-discipline, commitment & single-mindedness about her craft, her passions, her health and her success also make her stand apart from 99% of society.

Yes, she's a handful. But I wonder if what really sets her apart might be that, unlike most of us, she has given herself permission to act out whatever/however she feels, not so much that her instincts and passions--good and bad--are all that uncommon, inhuman or perverse. She's also far more disciplined than most people, and that only intensifies the impact of her "living out loud".

Paradoxically, the more of the book I read, the more human Madonna becomes, and less of an enigma. I'm not sure that's what Ciccone had in mind. Maybe it was. But to his credit, he's even-handed about her, which makes the book worth reading.

Rough around the edges in the early years, Madonna is slowly getting more refined with time. Yet she's undoubtedly still full of piss & vinegar. And there are interesting insights (but again, not surprising) in the book, such as the fact that in her personal life, she's not a fan of pornography or sexual deviance, but that the sexual acting-out has always been purely strategic and for shock value. In one passage, she fails to understand a fairly obvious joke Ciccone makes about Guy Ritchie during her wedding toast, and she reportedly looks around the table asking people what her brother meant. This could be interpreted as her blind-spots for her husband---and that may be true. But I can also envision her as sometimes being truly clueless, even childlike.

Say what you want about her, but there are many things I've always admired about the woman since day one. And even after years of her salacious antics and all the eyebrow-raising controversy she's kicked up, those things still remain true for me:

The creative scope & scale of her live performances, her enviably endless energy & discipline, her vast creative hunger and the discipline to bring her vision to life, her legendary ability to always reinvent herself in truly artful ways (and i mean that in both senses of the word), and her commitment to using her fame to help with AIDS awareness & research and other worthy causes.

Do I feel the same about her crassness & all-too-often cringeworthy antics?  Not so much. But you gotta take the good with the bad.

Also, which legend has been without a "dark" side?
Michelangelo? Alexander the Great? Johnny Cash? Marilyn? Sinatra? Michael Jackson? Judy Garland?

Okay, maybe Audrey Hepburn, but I (please don't hate me) don't think of her as nearly as prolific or doggedly driven as Madonna.

My point is that since the beginning of time, highly creative AND driven artists also have had--and publicly exhibited--a strong dark side.

Greek mythology calls it the 'Daemon', and it refers to the extreme desire for living and understanding, as well as self-doubt, that is part and parcel of the artist archetype.

Whether it's drinking, drugs, promiscuity, violence, depression or food, it often results in some kind of notoriety and public scorn.

I haven't always followed Madonna's career. I loved her when she debuted her self-titled [first] album, then she lost me with 'Like a Virgin". Oh, how i hate that silly song! Many times i just felt she had gotten too ridiculous or trashy to enjoy, and lost interest in her work altogether. But her 'Blonde Ambition' tour captured & inspired me once more (except, again, for that goofy song & her bouncing around to it on the bed. Oy.) Until recently, I was diggin' her, all through 'Ray of Light', then she lost me again with both her new look and her songs. The whole dance-floor & disco theme felt so... tired, especially when compared to the whole look & sounds that she single-handedly brought to the 80s. But the Confessions tour was still captivating, not just because of the great dancers and Madonna's own strong stage presence, but because, in her 40s, Madonna seemed to have become more human. More accessible somehow. She turns 50 this year, and think it's exactly her every-changing and growing persona that keeps her, her act and her projects so engaging after all these years. Think about it: How many entertainers have stayed this fresh & current for 25+ years?

And regardless of all the tough talking---all the trash talking even---she still strikes me as profoundly vulnerable. And not a little sad.

By the way, shifting gears for a moment, my favorite video of Madonna's early career is 'Borderline'.  I still love that song/video, her look in it, as well as the art direction and the way it was shot. To me that's the real Madonna.
(But then again, is there a real Madonna?!)

Well... I'll let you know how the book ends ;)

But seriously, those two need to make up already. Madonna is "devastated" by the book, some magazines claim. I can imagine. But then, I can also imagine her shrugging it off, or basking in the spotlight of her renewed infamy, especially as she's in the middle of her 'Sticky & Sweet' tour. As the saying goes, there's no such thing as bad publicity.

Bottom line is: Life is way too short. And there seems to be too much love between those two to throw away over ego. Or money.

Madonna, please apologize for all the atrocious things you've done to your brother. And mean it. And stop doing stuff like that to people. It's rotten and no amount of fame or money justifies it. Plus, remember: Karma really is a boomerang. You're turning 50 this year, so this might be a good turning point.

And please put your money where your famous mouth is.  You have plenty of it, and your family should not have to live hand-to-mouth while you make more money than God. Not that you should give handouts just because you're uber-rich (but then, why not? isn't that what money's for?), but that you should have always paid him the market rate. Or something close to it. Clearly you liked his work. So make up for all the underpayments, if nothing else.

And Mrs. Ritchie Rich: Stop being such a penny-pincher. The well isn't about to dry out (how much money do you need anyway?) Stinginess is a truly unattractive quality. It does not become you.

(Book review & accompanying rant courtesy of my insomnia.)

Tu connais ?

Non ?

C'est normal, c'est tout simplement parce que tu n'as pas encore visité le site italboutique.com qui, comme son nom le laisse sous-entendre, est spécialisé dans la vente de marques de  mode italienne pour un très bon rapport qualité-prix, ce qui ne gâche rien.

Tu dois certainement te demander comment j'ai découvert ce site.

Hé bien c'est très simple, la semaine dernière j'ai été invitée, avec d'autres amis bloggueurs, par Francesco Pierro le créateur d'italboutique afin de découvrir les marques et produits proposés à la vente.

C'était plutôt une bonne idée, ma foi, car étant d'un naturel méfiant quand il s'agit de commander à distance des marques que je connais peu voire pas du tout, je ne me serais certainement pas attardée très longtemps sur ce site si je l'avais découvert au hasard de mes pérégrinations sur le web.

En revanche, après avoir vu, touché et soupesé les vêtements et pièces de lingerie présentés ce jour-là, j'ai pu me rendre compte que la qualité est bien au rendez-vous et ce à des tarifs plus que raisonnables.

J'ai pu tâter (comme tu le vois ci-dessous, sauf que c'est pas ma main sur la photo), entre autres, du t-shirt en coton et microfibre toute douce donc forcément très agréable à porter.

Parmi les marques distribuées, tu trouveras, entre autres, la marque de lingerie Lormar qui propose une ligne assez variée dans la mesure où tu as le choix entre des modèles classiques, sobres ou d'autres plus travaillés et fantaisie avec de la dentelle par exemple.

Il y a aussi de la lingerie très pratique pour l'été car invisible sous les vêtements comme par exemple, ce soutien-gorge sans bretelles et avec attaches transparentes au dos.

Une fois n'est pas coutume, aujourd'hui je m'intéresse à toi l'homme, rare mais certainement de qualité qui passe par ici.

Oui toi, Mathieu par exemple, aujourd'hui je vais te parler de mode masculine en t'invitant à visiter la rubrique du site consacrée à la marque  Blackjack.

Avec ses petits polos et chemises modernes, cette marque est plutôt destinée à mon avis à des hommes jeunes et cools.

C'est tout toi ça Mathieu, n'est-ce pas ?

Alors sache que, si tu craques sur le style, tu n'es pas sorti de l'auberge car Blackjack renouvelle ses collections six fois dans l'année.

Alors toi aussi Mathieu, tu pourras faire comme moi en faisant chauffer ta CB sur des craquages fashions.

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Whether they are wearing it or stating it, are we pimping our youth with sexual messaging? And if so, who is to blame?

Parents have long been dealing with the problem most recently tagged the “Britney Syndrome.” While the pop princess and her counterparts Beyoncé, Christina and Jessica have been pegged for corrupting American youth, it seems every decade has an icon who challenges our fashion tastes.

For my generation, it was Madonna. I remember longing to emulate the Material Girl’s netted, cut-off tops, lacy tights, short skirts and rubber bracelets. I begged and pleaded with my mother to let me do so. I could be super cool, and dance just like Madonna, if only I could bare my stomach with a midriff top. But my mum firmly said, “No.” Go figure — I was only 10.

Jeg gikk inn, så den aktuelle med en gang, men venninnen min så han først. Da trakk jeg meg naturligvis unna. Jeg ville ha han, men sånt gjør man ikke mot venninner. Det er viktig å gå videre, gå sine egne veier.
Vi danset litt rundt, virret fra dansegulv til dansegulv. Vi nøt å gi de oppmerksomhet, men det var få vi egentlig ville ha.
Venninnen min fortsatte å vurdere kandidaten sin, småflørtet med han, vurderte han opp og ned. Hun danset rundt, men vendte stadig tilbake til han.
Jeg var overlatt til meg selv.
Usikkert beveget jeg meg rundt i lokalet, jeg gikk alene, det var lørdag og mange ute. Jeg var tørst, men visste ikke helt hva jeg ville ha. Noe friskt? Noe lett? Noe tyngre og mer eksklusivt? Noe fargerikt med paraply?

Jeg kastet småsjalu blikk i retningen hvor veninnen min fremdeles flørtet med sin utkårede. Var det bare et spill? Ville hun egentlig ha ham? Kom han til å få det bedre sammen med henne enn med meg?

Så så jeg ham. Jeg ble tørstere, det jeg hadde funnet hittil hjalp bare midlertidig.
Jeg vet hva jeg vil ha når jeg ser det, magefølelsen viser meg med en gang om det er rett. Og denne gangen var det ingen tvil.
Jeg hadde funnet drømmen. Drømmen kommer ikke til å vare evig, jeg kommer til å være utro om noen måneder. Men fram til da er dette drømmen.
Jeg har næringsvett, veskebalansen var gjenopprettet.
Lysene begynte å blinke, det var på tide å forlate stedet.
Venninnen min forlot flørten sin, han hang slukøret igjen. Han ble veid og funnet for lett.
Men jeg, jeg tok drømmen min under armen og gikk lykkelig hjemover.

Denne gangen var det venninnen min sin tur til å bli sjalu. Hun prøvde å skjule det, men lykkes ikke.
Jeg, jeg har drømmen i hendene.

I always wanted to be that girl. . . you know, the one that men adored. I wanted them to fawn over me, take care of me, defer to me, and look at me with the bright eyes of love. I imagined men fighting over my attention at my senior prom. Didn't happen (they were too busy looking for someone whose self-esteem and sexual inhibitions were lower than theirs was.)

I imagined myself in coffee shops with good-looking male graduate students stunned by my literary insights. Never happened (they were too busy being stunned by their own literary insights--and often their own reflection in the mirror.)

I imagined myself as the Marilyn Monroe/Madonna gal being picked up and carried around the room by a bunch of good looking men in tuxedos while I wore diamonds, a sexy pink dress, and a big bow on my butt!

It never really worked out that way. I had a lot of gay male friends (some of whom were even dancers), but it always seemed like I was a big, clunky, loud, smart woman who just wasn't of interested to large groups of heterosexual men anywhere. They always seemed a bit threatened by me.

But then I met a man who thought I was interesting and pretty. I thought he was pretty interesting, too, so we got married (and I got to wear pretty jewelry and a big white bow on my butt! There were even men in tuxedos.) My judgment was great, because my husband is a jewel who likes to read, likes monogamy, is sweet, funny, serious, and a good friend. I call him the Comic Book King.

The two of us stopped reading and watching movies long enough to produce twin boys a few years ago (Thing 1 and Thing 2). In addition, for the past few years, my college age nephews have lived in the same town and stop by regularly to eat, and The Comic Book King's father stays with us often to help with Thing 1 and Thing 2. Even our neurotic pug (the medicated wonder dog) is male.

One day in a moment of 1980's nostalgia, I caught sight of that old Madonna video and realized two important things:

1. Not only are the guys carrying on with Madonna in that video in no way heterosexual, but I have at least that many gay male friends who would be perfectly happy to don tuxedos and dance with me (in fact, except for the pink dress, that's pretty much what happened at the last wedding I attended) and
2. I have 6 1/2 males at any given time who follow me around the house (the dog has been fixed,hence the 1/2).

I have arrived. I am *that* girl. The Victorians referred to an "Angel of the House." I believe that I am the 21st American version of that.

Eat your heart out, Madonna!