Like A Desperate Prayer

Dear Madge,

It's me, Kate the Great. Remember me? I was the one who used to dance around to Material Girl, Lucky Star and Like a Virgin in a bedroom on Appleseed Drive. Remember? I had the frizzy blonde hair, a face bathed in freckles and two twin beds covered in Laura Ashley's Cricket Stripe bedspreads. With the matching Olive Branch border?

Yeah, I think you remember me.

I've always been a big fan of yours. Of course, I loved Like A Virgin. I also thought Papa Don't Preach was a pretty phenomenal song and I did a mean impression of your True Blue bellowing on the playground in 6th grade. I was a little freaked out by the scenario you showcased in the Like a Prayer video but I got over it when I heard Vogue. I mean, the video was hot.

Your sexual ambiguity and and unabashed lingerie exposure were simultaneously shocking and enchanting.

You followed up with a few hits and misses (Deeper and Deeper, Take A Bow) and then in 1997 you released my own torch song, Don't Cry For Me Argentina.

My mom still says I sing the tune better.

Then you gave us Ray of Light, Music, and that abysmal album, American Life.

I really bought in to Confessions on a Dance Floor, but this latest album?

4 Minutes is okay, but Give It To Me just sucks.

There. I said it.

Give It To Me just sucks.



I think you jumped the shark when you included the highly annoying and overly repetitive bridge of, "Get stupid. Get stupid. Get stupid. Get stupid (2:29 in song)."

Over and over and over, you ask folks to "Get stupid," when clearly YOU are the one who Got Stupid.

I know Pharrell produced this song, so I can't deny its hip factor.

But really... Get stupid?

It's the least intelligent lyric you've ever featured.

(And the video kinda sucks, too.)

Sincerely,
KtG