The differences between me and Madonna are staggering and plentiful. We won’t get into the many of them because it actually gets quite depressing. Instead, I’m simply going to offer a visual juxtaposition of what she was doing at 3 AM on the Saturday of Pride Weekend in New York City and what I was doing at roughly the same time in upstate New York.
Keep in mind, Madonna is almost 20 years older than me, and still rocking it on the top of a bar, while I lounge in bed well before the stroke of midnight on a Saturday. Some might use that as inspiration to be a little more active. I’m just going back to bed. Let’s get unconscious, honey.
