Things You Didn't Know About Madonna's Book Party
- There was no parking problem.
- Based on what women were wearing, Madonna's trickle-down effect
would seem to be delayed and strictly surface. Everybody wore
black; nobody was fat. And though a few of the guys were looser,
only Pope Michael Musto showed nearly as much imagination as the
author herself--no one else looked as stupid, as weird, as
surprising. It was as if invitations came with a dress code. Boys:
Civvies. Girls: Bloomingdale's Madonna. Madonna: Lene Lovich.
- Most beautiful breasts: blond dominatee, first floor. Too bad her
nipples were X'ed over with electrical tape.
- Gawkers were not gobbling popcorn from the bathtub containing the
oft-described Popcorn Girl. Occasionally somebody pinched a handful
is all, with salted preferred--since the fabulously efficient bars
were complemented by precious few canapés and loads of cheap sweets
(ice cream cones, penny candy), the Cracker Jack variety was de
- As of 11:05, there was no toilet paper in the men's downstairs
john. We assume this gaffe was rectified, but with all those trains
running on time, we can hardly believe it happened at all.
- Bonus point: Front-page teaser for Stephen Holden's review of
Erotica in Sunday's Times: "Is the album courageous or just
commercial smut?" But Holden's review does not pose this dumb
question nor ever employ the word "smut." Bet the poor scribe
wishes he'd referred to the jokes on what he uncategorically
declares "Madonna's most courageous album" as "sexy" or
"suggestive" or even "dirty." Instead, he resorted to "smutty," and
they made him pay.
With Carola Dibbell
Village Voice, 1992