Portrait

last night was one in many of the same kind. we go out, we get drunk, we dance a lot and head back home. i have the most fun friends, and the kind of fun i have with them is something i will never have with any other people. we don’t go places to be seen, we don’t go places to make a statement, and we sure as hell don’t go places expecting to eventually get some before the night is over. clearly, a lot of other people do, though.

people are fascinating. last night i sat there, watching girls throwing themselves at guys they wouldn’t even notice were they sober, guys falling all over the dance floor with girls they would be otherwise trying really hard to impress, people sultrily making eye contact across the bar and generally making huge asses of their generally respectable selves under the influence of alcohol and lord knows what else. i’m not saying i’m a saint. i’ve been there, done that, woken up the next morning to literally kick myself sore. ‘why the fuck did i do that last night?’ its a funny pattern. is this one of those exceptions to the ‘learn from your mistakes and refrain from making them again’ rule? it truly seems that way. no matter what, the release that behaving like an idiot brings is too divine to stop indulging in it, nevermind the consequences.

i noticed a great deal of things in my sobriety last night that i may not have otherwise noticed or cared about. men in clubs here are, for a fact, for damn sure, out to get some. they’re cruising. watching. making themselves seen and looking out for the most vulnerable of all the piss-drunk girls. i’m not saying all men are perverse assholes. i’m saying that’s the kind of atmosphere one steps into when you step into a club on a saturday night at midnight. everyone’s high, if not on anything substantial, then on the music, the smoke, the frustration. absorbing the general mood of reckless abandon that surrounds them, even the most sensible give into to whims and fancies they will remember/regret for some time to come. you lose control to the pulsating hip hop that’s shouting in your ears, you lose control to the guy who’s been watching you for the last half hour, you lose control to that last malibu and coke. it’s all about letting go. everyone wants to kiss, everyone wants to dance, some even want to, pardon my french, fuck.

it makes one think. why? why do we think its fun? to be uninhibited? is it because we spend most of our life being restricted by boundaries and ethics, that once in awhile, its too good to be true to be able to do what you want and not care two hoots that we get carried away? on top of all of that, you even have a good excuse for your messy behaviour. ‘yeah men, i was SO drunk.’ is it because we care so much what other people think that its nice to relax the guard once in a while and believe that no one is watching? or that even if they are, you don’t care because they’re behaving as atrociously?

men trying to hit on me is a constant source of entertainment. i’m not being bitchy, but that’s just me. i think its funny. being a girl that often gets hit on is overrated. my friends think i’m a star for it. ‘yeah right chick, you’re the girl that everyone wants. what are you complaining about?’ little do they know that it can turn out to be irritating and leave you with little faith in men and also questioning your own worth. ‘do i give out some slutty come-get-me vibes? is that why i get hit on?’. last night was hit-on-me-fest. (pardon the seeming ego, its not intended) at one point i had to observe that men find it impossible to walk by you without touching you. sure, its a squeeze and the club is a little full, but if there’s room for you to get your arms around me or your hands on my waist, then there’s sure as hell enough room for you to walk by me without touching me. i’m used to getting hit on on the dance floor. it happens. i’m used to getting hit on. but sometimes its so lame i just want to laugh. just as some men seem like they shouldn’t ever try to hit on a woman, ever, they’re so rotten at it, some men have done it attractively well. as i see it, there are three kinds of men, and i’m saying this in the most superficial way possible. there’s the kind that makes you wanna throw up, there’s the kind that makes you smile and feel good about yourself, and there’s the kind that makes you want to get naked. i’ve been hit on by men in all three groups. needless to say, the 1st kind, well, makes me want to hurl, the 2nd kind is comforting and ego-boosting while the 3rd kind is just pure dangerous to be around if one is not in one’s senses.

i’m not into false flattery and i don’t understand how men can seriously think that it works. i dunno, does it? for instance, telling me i’m beautiful doesn’t work as half as well as telling me i’m intelligent. i have an ego the size of planet earth, but i know i’m not beautiful. the moment its clear that they’re doing whatever they can to have you put out and really aren’t paying enough attention to the finer details, it stops being nice and starts to get nauseating.

last night, the best hit on was, unsurprisingly, by this girl called lisa. she’s gorgeous, british and nikki’s friend, and told me she wants to take me home because i can dance and i have beautiful hands.

anyway, this is a random post but there was a lot of stuff in my head last night. i didnt go home with lisa.

Number of books on shelf
i have no idea. there’s one three shelved book case in my room, flowing to capacity. there’s a massive number of books in my house, all of which don’t have a specific owner so its hard to say what’s who’s…

Last book purchased
a room of one’s own - virginia woolf

Book I’m reading right now
the hours - michael cunningham

5 books that I enjoyed

1) the god of small things - arundathie roy
2) man and boy - tony parsons
3) on beauty - zadie smith
4) the harry potters - j. k rowling
5) swimming in the monsoon sea - shyam selvadurai

Most disappointing book read
i thought about this question for a long time. it would have to be deception point, by dan brown. sometimes i’m thinking ‘why did i even read it?’ and i know it was simply because it was a dan brown, and given that dan brown isn’t exactly the perfect novelist, i was in the least expecting a fast paced thriller. but its not. deception point is boring, and predictable and utterly insipid.

Worst book read
this would have to be do the right thing, by shyama perera. shyama perera is a new-york based sri lankan woman (i’m not even going to say writer), and the book was utterly horrendous. it’s flippant and stupidly thought out. it stereotypes women, relationships, marriage and infidelity in the stupidest, most sensationalized, romanticized way. pissed me off. it was like sweet valley high for bored house wives who have nothing better to do than read books that tell them that women were born to be subserviant and used.

passing the baton onto…
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yo
prose
arun

so, its my birthday on the 2nd of march. and luckily, i’m having the biggest party thrown for me.

ok, it isn’t explicitly MY party, but i am (proudly and happily) involved with the organizational process and it is a party.

to celebrate international women’s day (on the 8th of march), we’re throwing a party on the 2nd of march, at zanziba. all the proceeds will be directly sourced to a shelter for battered women that not only offers them a home in times of need, but also medical aid, counselling and legal advice. spearheaded by women who are powerful and fun, this event will include special guest appearances by local music moghuls ashanthi and randhir, as well as a stand-up comedian, poerty readings, give-aways and exciting prizes waiting to be won, and of course an all-night party courtesy of the wonderful resident DJ.

take a minute to spread the word and book your ticket. it is uber important that we sell all our tickets (priced at 500/= each) so that we’re able to donate the entire proceeds towards the aforementioned shelter.

also, its my birthday and i’m inviting the entire blogosphere to be there.

tickets will be out for sale on thursday. visit venusrocks for more details. email venusrocks@gmail.com for further information, and call/text me (+94 777425027) for ticket reservations and questions (regarding the party ONLY, get it?).

please, i’m earnestly asking all of you to do your part and make this a rocking success.

thanks.

there’s always this question about what kind of person i actually am. like, in all raw honesty. i dont know.

i’m not sure i’m as nice as people think i am. i am, more than rarely, perfectly capable of being unfairly judgemental and prejudiced, i’m a shamless snob, i’m obnoxious and think i’m better than other people for no valid reason. i also have it in me to be intetionally mean and hurtful to people, and what’s worse, to people i dont know and people who’ve never done anything hurtful to me. i’m a bitch : i’ve dissed other girls, i’ve used boys and still come away thinking everything i do is justifiable. i might even be superficial and pretentious. i’m not as smart as people think i am. i’m relatively lazy and academically un-ambitious. i talk a lot of bull shit that sounds good to the ear, and preach a lot i never practise. i expect respect i may not have honestly earned, and i expect exaltation that i might not honestly deserve. i’m not as kind as people i think i am. a lot of the ‘good’ things i do may not be done in entire sincerity, do i do them to make myself feel better? i try to be kind, but is this so i appease my own guilty conscience? i try to be tolerant and patient, but i’m actually stubborn and righteous and defensive. i find myself to be more accomodating than i was, but there was a time i was impossible to please, impossible to disprove. i’m not as daring as people think i am. the multiple piercings in my ears didnt hurt, because if it had, i would never have gotten it done. like most things about me, its overrated and misinterpreted. a carefully constructed facade. i want to look daring, but i’m not. i’d never go bungee jumping, but i talk like i’d do it anyday. i could have gotten one piercing on my navel instead of four on one ear, but i didn’t because its just too damn painful. i want a tatoo, but i only want it so i can make a statement. i swear a lot and act really sexy, but i’m essentially a prude. i’m not as beautiful as people think i am. i just have an ok body and i’m vain, so i end up dressing alright.

i know this sounds like a self-loathing pool of sorrow and misery, but the thing is, i’m one of the few people i know who is this fine with the way she is. i’m happy. if there’s one good thing about me that i’m aware of, its that i try to be honest and sensitive, because i realize that’s how i want people to treat me. to others, but mostly to myself. oh yeah, and i’m alright with love. i’m a good friend, fiercely protective and loyal, understanding and patient, and definitely fun. i’m an ok daughter, i dont lie and i try not to disappoint. i’m not a great sister, but i really do want to be. whether i’m a good girlfriend or not…i never thought i was, in fact i was exceptionally bad at it. it remains to be seen if things have changed or not. i’ve been called a tease, but that’s only because i dont ‘put out’ and i still try to save people from getting hurt while attempting to extract what i want from the situation. selfish? not totally, but somewhat. i am capable of caring about people and wanting to do whatever it takes to not hurt them, but often i find that i put myself first, even if that means others get hurt. i’m not evolved enough to be selfless, even in the most earnest situations. but i try and my intentions have never (ever) been to tease.

i’ve spent my entire teenage life being called a slut, being told to my face and behind my back that i’m reckless and have no inhibitions. but the reality of it is that i’m really not. only because i’m gut-less. if i was less scared i probably would be promiscous and stupid, given my impulsive tendencies. but i’m not, and i’m proud of this somehow. i’ve ‘done’ a lot less than many people i know, but no one talks about them, because they do whatever they do behind closed doors. i’m a slut because everything about me is out in the open. i’m not shy about it. i’m a slut because i’d go up to and talk to a guy instead of spending weeks looking for his phone number so i can text him. i’m a slut because i spend a lot of time falling in love or convincing myself that i am, and when i am, i act like i am and i talk about it. i’m a slut because i get drunk with girlfriends and talk loudly and dance dirty-ly. what i’m trying to say is, if there’s one thing i’m not, its a slut. there’re a lot of things wrong with me, a lot of counts on which you can bring me down and i wouldn’t be able to defend myself, but i’m not a slut.

this post wasn’t meant to be so self-deprecating. i’m not suicidal, in fact i’m disturbingly fond of the way i am, which makes it hard to change certain things about me. its just that i’ve been pondering on how much i am actually like i pretend to be, how much of me is the way people think i am, alot lately. this post is mostly for me. i needed to write this all down, and see how horrific it sounds. i needed to be entirely honest with myself, and its been long over-due.

the rhythmic prophecies jazz latin ensemble played at barefoot last night, and it was another night spent listening to good live music, drinking relatively (i’m not a snob, just specific) good wine and catching up with good friends. nazreen had a more decriptive post about the band itself. the music was good and lively, and had me wishing i had worked up enough incentive to go and dance before they finished up, which is when three of us started moving towards the front where there were already (clearly much braver) people dancing. also, the cellist, and the pianist (as J and i realized much too late) were really cute. latin/hispanic music is always infectious, and normally has a lot of emphasis on the steady beats (usually produced by drums), and it was nice to see a fluent blend of good jazz and good latin music. i hope barefoot keeps doing this, and bringing home artists who have a fresh appeal and experiment with new kinds of sound. colombo is starved for real performances by international artists, musical or otherwise. dont tell me that us having wash-out, over-the-hill type bands like kool and the gang is ‘real’. as we saw with the womad sri lanka festival of drums last year, and the concert for peace reconciliation just recently, the local audiences are ever prepared to see and hear new things and appreciate it.

barefoot is always interesting for the people that come there, if nothing else. there’s a lot of different people, ranging from kids who look too young to be smoking but do so anyway, to the cream of colombo’s intellectual celebrity types : the english theatre personalities, the writers, the photgraphers, the dancers. and there are the regulars (everyone from tim to mon’s not-so-little-anymore brother), and the not-so-regulars who try really hard to look like regulars. there’s always interesting coversation, interesting introductions to even more interesting people and the ever so interesting wine (or more illegal substances) induced behaviour of people who are by day really serious big shots on the social ladder.

happy valentine’s day and all that jazz. i’m not a hopeless, cynical, fizzled out unromantic cow, i just never understood the (commercially fuelled) hysteria about the 14th of february. maybe the concept would be nice if it wasn’t so insipid and cliche. ok, so i liked it when i got a dozen red roses two years ago, but the thing is i wouldn’t have been ballistic even if i hadn’t.

anyway, the nu box concert was good last night. i wish i had seen/heard more of it, but i walked in late due to unavoidable circumstances. it was still interesting to the ear. they reminded me of the ultra techy ‘bays’ from UK who wowed us at the womad sri lanka festival last september with their hyperactive DJ and cool looking equipment. however, i have never seen a DJ spin like the one from nu box last night. mixing everything from ciara and ‘oh’ to something that sounded like the beginnings of prodigy’s ’smack my bitch up’ with the cool jazzy rhythms of the drummer and the cellist, their sound was new and fresh. i didnt see enough to write a proper review, so i won’t attempt one. but seeing as most of colombo was there, we’re bound to see quite a few opinions on kottu.org soon.

anyway, have a good day everyone. revel in the commercially pumped flowers-and-hearts atmosphere without falling to the ground laughing. atleast enjoy the chocolates.

if you’ve seen the movie ‘closer’, you’ll know what i mean. that film just left me thinking ‘there is no way two people can be entirely faithful to each other forever’. when i was younger, i used to think casual physical/sexual intimacy was a crime, and that cheating on someone was an even bigger crime. thankfully, i still think its wrong to engage in casual sex and casual almost-sex (i’m a bit of a prude), and i still think its terribly wrong to be dishonest and unfaithful to someone you’re committed to. however, what has changed with time, with me growing older and seeing the world for what it is, is that i’ve come to understand why these things happen. i see acts of unfaithfulness, moments of weakness in which people give in and say ‘what the hell. it’s just one kiss’, momentary lapses in judgement and i understand how and why that can happen to people. even though i will never defend these acts, suddenly, somehow, its very real. i see it happening to people i know, and i’m always aware that i can be vulnerable to the same thing. its no longer something i can say ‘i cannot imagine anyone doing that to someone else’ about. i get it. infidelity is something i condemn, but it is no longer something i dont understand.

people are so weak. especially when they’re lonely. we’ve always made the stupidest choices when we’re lonely, atleast i have. i cant pretend to be entirely without temptation, i cant pretend to be someone who doesnt feel the tugs of desire and has had moments in which she’s thought ‘what if….?’. i cant. that wouldn’t be honest. everyone is tempted. sooner or later. to loosen up a little here, to let go a little there. no one will find out. no one will have to know. but between trying to always judge myself by the same standards i judge other people with (the same things that make her a slut would make me a slut), having a huge issue with dishonesty (nah. i just couldn’t live with lying to him), having definite prude-ish values (making out isn’t something i’d engage in casually! and i regret the times that i have), and having precious friends (go ahead girl, have another, we’re watching you), i manage to keep my life on track and my frustrations in check. a certain incident that took place in the toilet of Glow last year sometime, shocked the hell out of me. the next morning, i was suddenly aware that i too was capable of reckless, drunk behaviour. it wasn’t just something that happens to other people any more. i made a strong resolve that it wouldn’t happen again, even though everything that happened that night happened between friends and it was all good, i just couldn’t risk the same behaviour in say, a different situation. the trick is to constantly remind yourself that its not ok to act on instinct all the time. you can get away with it for awhile, but only for awhile, and only with certain things. that’s kinda the whole point of evoloution. you can’t just do something and then say ‘because i felt like it’ to justify what you did. there have been times when my friends have said, although not explicitly, they’re too good for that, ‘just go for it. you know you want to’. well yeah, you can’t always have everything you want. the trick is to know what’s at stake. it’s knowing what’s at stake that makes all those drunken urges disappear, those impulsive ‘what if i just…’s seem fucking ridiculous. its knowing what’s at stake that makes it impossible for me to imagine stepping over the line.

i see so much infidelity around me. i know for a fact that many people i know are or have been at some point, unfaithful. some have been honest about it, and some haven’t. the ones who have will always have the respect of everyone involved, including me, if nothing else. its sad to see it turning into something so casual and familiar. if you aren’t in a relationship that isn’t everything you could possibly (realistically) want, then get out of it! be honest.

i saw this card on postsecret, and underneath it was this comment : I have never cheated on anyone. But I’m in a situation right now where i’m so close, it’s frightening. This card was a warning sign that I needed to receive, to make sure that one day, that WON’T be my card. Thanks to the person that went through that, and helped me from making the same mistake.

and i know how it feels. to be scared shitless that sooner or later, you’ll fuck up. all it takes is one second. one moment.

come on, everyone. it is unconditionally never worth risking the way something good is, not for a second, an hour, a night of weakness in which you can’t say ‘no’. somehow, whether one party forgives the other or not, whether you forget about it and move or not, things won’t be the same again. it will find some way in which to be different, lesser than before. and that’s just not worth it.

so. i watched boys dont cry. it was one of the most profound and moving films i have ever seen, and not to completely exalt hilary swank (because i thought her performance in million dollar baby was a little overrated), but she’s amazing in this. its so well made, and the performances over-all are just stunning. it was one out of the two movies (the other being the passion of the christ) which i was so overwhelmed by, i had to stop watching it and then start again after about a half hour. i cried for a good half hour even after the movie was over. i cannot believe that such pure cruelty and brutality exsists in this world we seem to think is full of progressive and civilized human beings. the fact that it was based on a true story, and i know that it is only one out of a million, just broke my heart to tiny little bits. the way brandon teena was treated was unbelievable, and to think that we continue to see such destructive behavioural patterns in men like john and tom even today is so astounding. that there are people who are insecure and threatened by anyone who is different from them, anyone who has different values or lives a different life, so threatened in fact that they will stoop to the most barbaric ways and means of taking out their pathetic frustration. its SO tragic. these are the times when i idealistically think ‘i have to change this world’. when i feel this burning desire to round up all these loser bigots…and do something really horrible to them. how can there be people like that? boys dont cry draws the viewer intimately into brandon’s life and story, and one immediately falls in love with the boy, his charm, his idealistic, romantic innocence. while it doesn’t dwell too harshly on the reality of the violence of the actual situation, it was not so much the visuals i found unbearable as the feeling in the violent scenes. i found it so difficult watch someone being so harshly ripped of their dignity and sense of identity. kimberly pierce, the director of boys dont cry, once made very specefic mention of the violence factor in the movie. whilst she didn’t want the audience to be repulsed by the brutality of it, she said she believed that the reality of the hate crime had to be revealed in its ‘totality’. after shooting brandon dead, they stab him, and shoot again at his dead body before leaving it. the sheer enormity of such hate did something to my insides. its so inhuman. or so one would think. but clearly, its not.

i stayed up the whole of last night. i managed to fall into this uncomfortable, in-between-dreams sort of erratic sleep at about 4 am from which i kept waking anyway. i couldn’t sleep because i was having severe breathing difficulties, a pounding headache that had me thinking i was seriously going insane and terrible stomach cramps to top it all off. somehow i don’t feel sleep deprived at all now though. i woke considerably early, about 10 am and now i’m feeling a lot more ‘lively’ than i have for the last 2 days. lively here does not mean what it usually would. lively means i’ve watched the whole of the 1st season of the L word (looking at a screen doesn’t make me wanna puke anymore), i’ve been OUT OF BED (sitting, walking, talking doesn’t make me feel woozy anymore). woozy is SO a word, btw. anyone who thinks otherwise is probably an alien from a different universe altogether in disguise. watch out, it might be evil.

i still dont feel up to getting out of the house. but methinks that’s mostly just the laziness as opposed to any actual sickness. i cannot imagine going through the trouble of actually getting out. oh god. i didn’t think being sick for three days would mean i become boring ms. domesticity. i hope not.

anyway, here i am. padding around in shannon misso’s blue rubber slippers, listening to incubus unplugged and reading eragon by christopher paolini, basking in my mother’s most amazing TLC.

i’ve got the damn ‘flu that the whole of colombo seems to have. the cold, fever, and that headache that makes me wonder if i’ve been knocked over the head by a pole, the whole works. i could barely see yesterday, i couldnt get my head off my pillow till about 10 am this morning, leave alone get out of bed without feeling like i wanted to hurl all over the ground. i’m barely managing to walk straight, i kid you not. thankfully, and yet most surprsingly, i havent lost my appetite. i’ve been eating and drinking since i’ve been up, and this is probably the only reason i’m feeling relatively better than i did earlier today, when i felt like all the air inside me had been knocked out. i’m about to watch ‘boys don’t cry‘ and i somehow have a feeling that its not going to make me feel all that great about life, given that i’m not exactly jumping up and down in joy screaming ‘life is beautiful’ right now…

i cant afford to be run down like this for one more day. i have things to do and places to be (no people to see, really). anush will be proud of me, as i’ve been constantly on vitamin C since morning. he says i’m stubborn about illness. usually what works best for me when sick is to act like its not there. maybe if i pretend hard enough, it’ll actually go away. i indulge in everything i should stay away from (coke, ice cream) and laugh in the face of vitamin C like pills. is this being stubborn? perhaps. i like to think of it as optimism. of course, the result of this sheer negligence is that when i do get sick, i stay sick for about 3 days more than i need be. but it doesnt faze me. i sit around and wait for it to get better, and eventually, it does. right?

but this ‘flu is as real as it gets. i haven’t been this properly sick in awhile. somehow this time, i cant act like everything’s going to be ok. because i feel shit and no amount of ha ha can take that away. it doesnt help that my boyfriend is on the other side of the planet and 6 hours behind me in time. so we’re almost never awake at the same time. he probably hasn’t even imagined waking up yet, and here i am, near death. its not fair. hmph. i just told jee on the phone ‘i’ll be fine. it’ll be gone by tomorrow’. a little wishful, but it never killed a girl to dream.

this is my tribute to madonna.

there is no one as hip, as cool, or as damn sexy as madonna. no one. not yet. gwen stefani has come close, but hasn’t quite hit the mark yet. we will never forget the rash expression of her sexuality whether it was the videos for ‘like a virgin’, ‘human nature’, ‘erotica’ (the banned version, of course) or ‘music’, her downright alluring sense of honesty, a certain edge, a raw quality that makes everything she sings or says worth listening to. we will never forget how seductive ‘bedtime stories’ was, or how powerful ‘evita’ was. we will never forget her brave fashion statements, from the short, spiky blonde hair and the rock princess look complete with the huge military boots, the short black hair and the sophisticated artiste look in the video for ‘rain’, the geisha look complete with the ironed hair and a dash of the mystic sorceress look thrown in that she tried in ‘frozen’ and ‘nothing really matters’. we will never forget her performing alongside the divas of today, britney spears, christina aguilera and missy elliot, leave alone her kissing the former two in a brazen and electric moment that shocked the world, nor her soul-moving performance at the london live 8 concert last June, alongside the African girl whom she embraced in tears. we will never forget her movie disasters, nor will we get the sheer delirium of seeing her for a feelting period in ‘die another day’. we will never forget her wearing a t shirt that had her child’s name written on it and we weill never forget how she said she’d be honoured to scrub the floors of sir paul mcCartney’s toilets.

being a feminist through word and deed, the experimental and challenging streak in her has lead her to success again and again. whether it was done with a bang like in ‘erotica’ or a whisper in ‘bedtime stories’ madonna’s message was always the same, in the most heartfelt and passionate way possible : ‘express yourself, dont repress yourself.’ amidst much criticism, madonna has risen again and again to prove that she’s here to stay. resoundingly saying ‘fuck off, i’m not done yet’ with each album that topped the charts and pushed the borders, she did evita when people said she was only a performer and not a singer, she came out with ‘ray of light’ when people said she was over, she produced and perfectly mothers two children when people said she’s immature, unstable and reckless.

The girl has a million achievements to rave about but here are some of the biggest:

* According to the Guinness Book of World Records, Madonna is the most successful female recording artist of all time.
* According to Warner Bros. Records, Madonna has sold over 250 million records (75 million singles and 175 million albums), more than any other female recording artist.
* Madonna has 12 No. 1 singles on Billboard’s Hot 100 Singles Chart, the same number as Diana Ross and The Supremes and behind only Mariah Carey’s 16 among female artists.
In the US, Madonna, Britney Spears, Celine Dion, Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston, Shania Twain, and the Dixie Chicks are the only female artists with multiple Diamond (shipped over 10 million copies) albums.
* Madonna is the most successful dance artist in music history; she has 33 #1 singles on Billboard’s Hot Dance/Club Play Singles Chart, more than twice the number of her nearest rival Janet Jackson. Madonna also has 25 #1 singles on Billboard’s Hot Dance Single Sales Chart, more than three times the number of her nearest rivals Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, Prince, and Notorious B.I.G.
* Madonna has 10 No. 1 singles on the UK singles chart, more than any other female artist.
* Madonna has 12 No. 2 singles on the UK singles chart, more than any other artist ever.
very album Madonna has released has gone Top 10 in the UK and her self-titled debut is the only one to miss the Top 5.
* Madonna has had more music videos played more often on MTV than any other artist.
* Madonna was voted by MTV viewers as the greatest music video icon ever on the network’s 25 Greatest Video Stars.
* Madonna was named the sexiest recording artist ever on VH1’s 100 Sexiest Artists.
* Madonna is the richest female singer in the world with an estimated net worth of over $850 million.
* In 2004 Madonna became one of the five founding members of the UK Music Hall of Fame, joining Elvis Presley, The Beatles, Bob Marley, and U2 as automatic inductees.

however, what madonna probably does best is reinventing herself. just when you think you know which genre of music you can say her music belongs to, just when you think you know what kinda of recording artist she is, she goes and does something that questions exactly how we make distinctions between genres at all. she flows with smoothly along with time, but stays true to herself in a way few artists manage. ever.

dancer, singer, songwriter, performer extraordinaire madonna lives on, in ‘confessions on a dancefloor’. infectiously funky and superbly sophisticated, her new album delivers all the way. everything about everything she ever does is so tasteful and sexy, from every outfit, to every video, to every album cover, to every lyric. unmatchable standards of perfection. madonna is a rocker. long live the queen!