I'm watching a Madonna marathon on MTV2 tonight ("Madonna A-Z," which includes every Madonna video), realizing the entirety of my congniscent life can be reduced to a series of 3.5-minute digital-pop images of a prancing 20- to 40-something pseudo-blonde from Brooklyn. I'm not being hyperbolic: I see my entire life-as-diorama blipping-and-dancing-and-flashing before me along to a soundtrack of "Material Girl" to "Papa Don't Preach" to "Vogue."
This, alone, is not frightening. But imagining that an entire generation "out there" can probably feel this with me is.
Is this what we all share?
Hold that thought, the double feature "Like a Prayer" and "Like a Virgin" is on.