Poof Diddy
I remember sitting down with my two straight-laced, straight girl roommates my junior year of college and watching the exciting premier of Madonna’s "Frozen" video in 1997. There was all this fervor over Madge joining forces with William Orbit and coming out with this new electronica sound. And of course, it was Madonna, so who wouldn’t be interested?
And you remember the "Frozen" video, right? The one where she looks like some new-age love child of Morticia from "The Adams Family" and some character from "The Grudge", set against this evening blue, mountainous landscape.
Well, we’re watching the video, and within the first minute, during which Madonna falls back and breaks into a flock of blackbirds as the song begins to crescendo, straight girl roommate #1 (her high school’s prom queen–no joke) asked aloud, "I wonder if she’s ever done drugs?" To which straight girl roommate #2 immediately replied, "I was just thinking the same thing!"
To which I thought, My, how small minds think alike.
How big a dent in your brain must you have to assume that anything so innocuously surreal or interesting is the byproduct of drug abuse? Mind you, the video’s director may have popped a few tabs of LSD in his lifetime. And Madge has admitted to doing at least E in the past. But nothing is more unerring than people who walk the straight and narrow and see nothing of the periphery of the world, always assuming that that which they don’t see or ever encounter is dangerous and criminal.
It’s a very see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil way of life, and it’s bland as bullshit if you ask me.
