Happy birthday, Madge
As a teenager I had a fascination with Madonna like a lot of other girls my age – she had no voice, was not a beauty, no particular artistic talent beside being very bold and dressing in a great way long before she got surrounded by stylists or fashion designer friends to polish her choices and looks. Of course I would have loved to shock and get dressed like her in class, but at 10 years old that would have been…
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