To the editors:
Oh, that I might have the last word on la brouhaha Madonna [Letters, July 5, 12, and 19, and August 2, 9, 16, and 30]. But there is no last word because the woman has flicked an "ON" switch in our national psyche. Madonna is that baby wailing for constant attention in MTV's massive nursery. She's the Glenn Close character in Fatal Attraction: "I will not be ignored!" She's the beast we feed and feed, then disdain because it's grown larger than life.
And we write about her. . . . How we hate Madonna. How we love her. Or, like Bill Wyman, we pen long, masturbatory think pieces ["Truth or Dare: Madonna's Big Lie," June 21] that beg the public not to care at all. But we do care. Enough to buy THE song and catch THE movie and drink in the visceral shock of that luxurious monster we've created.
My husband sees her and swoons like: "unh-baby-UNH!" My sister has tried to hate Madonna for years, but there she is, bopping down to the record store like all the younger "Boy-Toy" junkies. Me? I liked the woman even in the salad days when she couldn't dance.
Like velvet Elvis paintings or 7-Eleven Big Slurpees, Madonna is fun to scorn--fun to have. She's a success story of grand tackiness with "Made in U.S.A." stamped all over her. Whether or not we continue to feed it, I suspect our beast will wail and grow . . . and never go ignored.
T. Diane Slatton
E. 44th St.