Football- America's favorite shove it down your throat pass time

Welcome to the time of the year where I avoid my Facebook and twitter like the plague or sharing my eos with someone who has visible coldsores. 

I'm not aware of when the football season actually beings but I'm pretty sure it wasn't too long ago and I'm already sick of it. It's everywhere. People feverishly typing they're thumbs off to update their Facebook when something on the same game everyone else is watching and has already seen happy and then when the game is finally over you get flooded with all proclamations that their team won or the status updates more dramatic than a drag queen when he loses his eyelash glue about how their team lost and how their team was robbed. 

Let me say I gave football a chance more than once but it's annoying. It should be called "pass the ball, drop it, smack your  "non-homosexual" teammates on the ass while some group of men stop the game to look at 20 seconds of replay for 20 minutes".

It's a complete mystery to me why so many people are glued to their TVs for hours watching grown men start and stop and start and stop and start and stop and start and stop and just when you think they might play for more than 30 seconds they stop again. 

Perhaps if I could just be blissfully unaware that it was happening at all I wouldn't want to slap everyone I see wearing a jersey or frantically updating their Facebook. But it's everywhere you turn. 

The only gem of this entire dog and pony show that really shouldn't qualify as a sport in my opinion as even an elderly man with a walker and an oxygen tank trailin behind him could keep up the pace is the half time show which sadly this year I have absolutely no interest in. They decided to not go for a big current star this year so the NFL won't even get that 12 minutes of my attention. 

In other news- back to the salt mines tomorrow. I'd love to say I've enjoyed this "vacation" but t wasn't one. I'm ready to go back to work and if I see another packing box, packing tape, or jumbo sized sharpie it will be too soon. I will miss doing shots at 11am...

This will be the last week in my childhood home. That's right. I've been living in the same house my entire life. 

I thought I'd be more emotionally affected but I'm not. Maybe I will be when we leave the house for good but I've been ready for a change for a long time. So much has happened in this house both good and bad, happy and sad but it's this town that I was done with since I was 12 years old. 

I will say I'll miss the oasis that my attict apartment has been but moving into a bigger house away from Clifton park with its mass populous of fake people spending beyond their means to keep a gaudy status and image and getting rid of so much clutter that I was drowning in it will be worth it. 

Just like a prayer...I've been converted

For years I never truly cared for Madonna (a gay sin, I know). Yes I know all the words to more than a few of her songs. How could that be avoided? Like Cher I was exposed to Madonna at a younge via my sister and he cassette collection. And like Cher I didn't realize she was a "gay icon" until much years later. 

I saw the blonde ambition tour on tv...and much like with her music I was nonpulsed. I didn't understand why some woman with trailer park trash beauty would gallivant around the stage with traffic cones on her breasts and a long pony tail hair extension that was faker than the Chanel bags upstate girls tote around (at least have them try to match your hair color girl!).  None of it made any sense. 

I was reveling in Cher because to me at a young age she was always tasteful and elegant. And even in some her more riquè performances she didn't appear to be some harlot running around the stage doing anything she could to get attention. 

As I grew up Madonna continually changed and was always present, trying to break her back in to a buisness that humor her at best. She was never in the same form and never seemed to play the same kind of music more than once, in the same way the real housewives won't wear the same pair of $10,000 heals more than once. 

I just didn't see the point in investing time or effort in a musical artist who either hadn't managed to figure themselves out or find their niche and had no continuity. 

Yes, all artists grow and change. But not like Madonna. There never seemed to be any growth. Just throwing away one sound and gimmick for the next. 

That and as an adult now I detested how she lashes out at other current artists claiming that they copied her instead of gracefully bowing out, raising the white flag and enjoying her riches. Let's be clear, Cher came first and paved the way for her.  So of these artists are copying anyone it's certainly not her. 

But then for some reason I watched the MDNA concert and I've been changed. 

That tour was jaw droppingly fantastic and surprisingly unique.

For the first time in my life I saw a gun as glamorous. 

I initially had cast her album MDNA aside upon first lesson but when you see the concert and the full portrait put together before your eyes it all cliques and becomes one beautiful masterpiece. 

Perhaps Madonna has finally found her niche. I won't lie, I've always thought confessions on a dance floor was brilliant, hard candy crap, but I feel like she revisited confessions on the MDNA album and if she sticks with this sound and genre she'll have this finicky gay man's ears and money. 

What I found most striking about the tour in General was how empowered she made me feel. And at a time when my life is out of sorts and one half of my family hates me this is exactly what I needed. 

I need to have more of her fuck you attitude and stop feeling sorry for myself and wasting emotion on the emotionless.