Don't be a prima(hey!)donna.

That's about as clever as a combination of Madonna and Justin Timberlake gets. Remember when Madonna "came back" out of hiding (where she apparently spent her time adopting half of Africa and working out at least as much as my Mother [who, in case I failed to mention previously, has a slight obsession with her "power walking" and does so at least three hours a day]) in order to show off her disturbingly fit body in that disturbingly crotch-emphasizing one-piece gymnast outfit? You know, that video where people are randomly dancing in unconventional locales (the roof of a building?! Why, that's not a place for dancing!) and Madonna uses every excuse to spread her legs apart while sprawling on the floor of some dance studio? No, you don't remember? The lyrics involved something along the lines of "Everything you say or do...come on.....I've had enough of you." Anyway, that first comeback was unnecessary enough. By now, to retain her iconic status, Madonna should have either disappeared into obscurity in the Himalayas or committed some type of extravagant suicide (like the crotch of her once-piece gymnast outfit riding up so high that it slices her in half). Madonna should not grow old and Mother children and bake bundt cakes.

If you have read my blog in the past you should already be aware of my general dislike for Timbaland's production. He is not a bad producer, but artists who already possess some ingenuity do not need his prodcution graces (nor do they need his insistence on always appearing in the songs he produces to add in those much needed "uh huhs," "yeeeeahs," and that stupid "breeka breeka" sound he makes). Alas, Madonna has given in and allowed Timbaland to produce half her new album and has thus become as homogenized as the rest of the hip-pop genre. Soon every poppy hip-hop song will have that fat-headed buffoon's synth-dependent, "uh huh, yeeeah, breeka breeka" stamp of production on it.

Finally, the "subtle" implication in this song that Madonna is going to mount Justin Timberlake makes my stomache a little uneasy. First of all, isn't she dried out by now? The woman is going to be 50 in a few months. Timberlake is 27. I try not to put too much emphasis on age, because age is really a state of mind. However, the idea of Madonna trying to generate enough moisture to wang-chung Timberlake disgusts me. She really should have just gone the pills and alcohol route. It all went downhill once she stopped sporting that phony beauty mark.