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  1. 28 minutes ago, rocknrolla said:

    Well she partnered with artists who had very big streaming  numbers -- Maluma, Quavo, Swae Lae.  Obviously it didn't really work, but at least I personally really like all the songs. 

    Yet for some reason, she (or someone on her team) keeps thinking it will work. All those collaborations do is make her look desperate. 

  2. 15 minutes ago, nicholasyund said:

    Just sent this to Pitchfork on IG 

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    This is all true, but Pitchfork is probably going to write this off as a mad biased superfan. We need to send Pitchfork PROOF of the writer being biased (which we HAVE)! He has openly admitted to disliking Madonna. Yet Pitchfork hired him anyway. Therein lies the problem . 

  3. 3 minutes ago, ultramadonna said:

    Here are all his old Madonna posts that I could find on his blog. Send them to Pitchfork. At the very least we can maybe get the review pulled. Someone who has written essays on how much they hate this woman has no business reviewing her professionally.

    https://fourfour.typepad.com/fourfour/2005/11/the_queen_is_hy.html

    https://fourfour.typepad.com/fourfour/2008/04/easy-to-swallow.html

    https://fourfour.typepad.com/fourfour/2009/10/madonna-and-me.html

    THIS!!!!!!!!!! 

  4. 2 minutes ago, side_streets said:

    This is his Confessions review:

     

    I like dick, but I don't like Madonna and that makes me feel sovery very very very very very very very alone.

    FOD might as well be changed to FOM for all the gay love Madonna receives for just showing up (which is all she does on the beyond-dull Confessions on a Dance Floor, a record so wooden it might as well contain the confessions of a dance floor, but more on that in a sec). What bothers me is not the acceptance, but the seeming blindness of many of the above-linked reviews and reports that comes with the acceptance: they lavish praise without bothering to explain why (the worst culprit is the yeah-yeah-yeah-whatever-of-course-of-course 'tude of the Queerty link -- so much for "useful information" and not feeding into stereotypes). To a large chunk of mostly white, mostly well-off, mostly youngish, mostly tech-savvy gay men, Madonna is great, duh, except for when she's absolutely unbearable (and many a homo still will defend American Life, a record so confused and ultimately stupid that it couldn't even manage to be lucidly hypocritical). The gay default musical taste is Madonna. She is the fail-safe choice, the aural equivalent of shopping at the Gap.

    While there, keep in mind that on Wednesdays, we wear pink.

    As someone who loves pop music, I can't exclude myself from those who have appreciated Madonna's output. Before 1996's Evita, in fact, I was a huge fan, but then, I was also a teenager. What eventually repelled me was her noxious mixture of triteness and arrogance, two things I wasn't equipped to take issue with or even be aware of at such a young age. When both came to a point most clearly ("I wanted to put a face on it," she said of Ray of Light's take on electronic music, as though people like Donna Summer, Bernard Sumner and Björk never existed or made videos or were somewhat iconic themselves), I'd had enough. What was liking her worth, anyway? She can't really sing (though it's reasonable that you could like her voice the way you like your culinarily untrained mother's cooking). She can't write. She's savvy and sometimes quick-witted, but rarely does she exhibit the kind of intellect she'd love for us to believe that she possesses. I don't care about dancing or mysticism or flashes of contrived modesty. Yes, she supports the gay community, and has forever, but must that come with the cost of punishment through having to endure babble? Despite her practical reservation on at least one rung of the gay gene's helix, Madonna has very little to offer me (in fact, her music that I still enjoy -- mostly that of her debut album, before she created her know-it-all/know-nothing persona -- I enjoy despiteher).

    The feminist in me applauds Madonna and recognizes her boldness as a pioneer in the mainstream discourse of women's sexuality; the fag in me turns up my nose at the bait she's dangling in front of me (oooh, dance music!). Not that the package is so attractive, anyway -- Confessions on a Dance Floor thumps and thumps but fails to blow the roof off this sucker with its maudlin, clanking and mushy production and default mode of tunelessness (Stuart Price, whose participation had me interested in this album in the first place, bows under the weight of Madonna's whip, no doubt). The notion that Madonna should do anything but turn out mindless dance music is absurd -- I mean, really, these are her confessions? In her lyrics, my friend Sal Cinquemani hears "cliches [turned] into pop slogans," but what I hear is someone who has virtually nothing to say, whose dry, somnambulist delivery (once the charisma-filled redemption to her technical shortcomings) bespeaks motions that are just being gone through because it's been two and a half years and it's time to make a new record. I hear a supposedly intelligent woman who, without a trace of irony, will pepper her lyrics with: "Love at first sight"; "You're not half the man you think you are"; "Save you words because you've gone too far"; "At the point of no return"; "Hearts that intertwine"; "I'm going down my own road"; "The only thing you can depend on is your family." I hear someone butchering the English language just so we can hear her voice.

    That isn't generosity, you know.

    SEND THIS TO PITCHFORK!!! SEND THIS TO HIS EDITOR AND ASK THEM WHY THEY WOULD HIRE SOMEONE BIASED TO REVIEW MADONNA!!!!!! SEND THIS LINK! SEND SCREENSHOTS! WE HAVE PROOF HES BIASED NOW!

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