Madonna and the Art of Survival for the plain looking

I have always backed the underdog, not on principle, but out of subconscious groupthink. The truth is that I have always fancied to think of myself as one, right through the dark winters of my life into the sanguine stability of the present. I would never accept the part of the Man, my loathing of Him being far too great compounded by the self-devouring Idealism that often accompanies it. I like to think I understand the violence of the Upstart. In a social consciousness defined by blue-eyed darlings cavorting from Billboards and Television, outrage is often the only way for the diligent but moderately endowed to be noticed for their hard work and to be treated on par and with respect.

Which is what endears me to Madonna. Without the deliberate positioning as provocateur and public paramour, and inspite of her singing talents, she would never have T0T4L PWNAGE as the Queen of Pop for all these decades. Not a chance with those jowls and manlike features.