Madonna performs Lady Gaga’s Born This Way

In the grand pecking order of the pop music scene, Madonna would be somewhere near the top. One would imagine. And all the usurpers and imitators and wannabes and never-gonna-bes were way, way, way down the pop food chain. Well, that’s the theory.

You’d think it was the second coming of Christ the day Born Thus Way was released.  Lady Gaga had just come off the back of an incredible album (The Fame Monster) and a world tour that showed she was a pop force to be reckoned with.

The thing about the Born This Way single though, was that everyone was saying how much it sounded like Madge’s 1989 smash, Express Yourself. On the day of the former’s release, Express Yourself was trending on Twitter.

Earlier this year, in the middle of her W.E promotional blitz, Madge was asked on Nightline what her thoughts were regarding Born this Way.

“It’s reductive,” Madonna said. When asked to elaborate, she told the TV host to look it up. She’s back, she’s back! the gays exclaimed. The bitch is back!

But then this happened. 

Is Facebook the Angelina Jolie of social networks?

A superior court judge in Connecticut has demanded a divorcing couple hand over the passwords of their Facebook account to the other’s lawyers. This split took place last year.

Facebook is now not only a valid ground for divorce, but posts and messages on the social media juggernaut can be used for rulings regarding child custody and alimony. Think it’s a good idea to slag off your ex on Facebook and impress your friends with your snarky wit in the form of an immaculately crafted status update? Think again. Facebook is now being used to gather evidence and as an aid in cross-examining a witness. Anything on Facebook that can be used as an argument slamming your parenting skills, drinking, drugging or even disparaging comments that disobey a court order could be used as admissible evidence in court. 

Britney loses brush, finds the fug

Anyone else experiencing déjà vu of the worst kind? We all know how this goes. First comes the messy hair. Then comes the weight gain. Starbucks overflowing Frappuccinos. Mystery food stains on the clothing. Then the shaved head. Then beating the crap out of the paparazzi with an umbrella. And then recording one of the greatest albums of her career. Her Like A Prayer moment. Oh hang on. I think I’m looking forward to the return of Trashney. 

Oddly Familiar: When new loves look like the old loves

In an old episode of Friends, Rachel (Jennifer Aniston) introduces her new fling to the gang. Thing is, the new guy bares more than a passing resemblance to her ex. Her new boy is called Russ. Her ex is called Ross. You know where I'm going with this.

Why do some of us pick partners that seem to look a little like our exes? Can we just boil this down to having a type? We may like the tall,  dark and handsome kind. Maybe all our boyfriends are tall, dark, and handsome (I should be so lucky). Or can we delve  little deeper? Maybe our ex is lodged somewhere so deep in our hearts, whether we know it or not, the next cab with the light on that resembles our favourite ride, even a little, is the one we want to take home. The love of our lives? Or is it simply a case of having a type?

Oh, Mr D'Arcy!

Imagine my (pleasant) surprise when I opened up the paper on Saturday morning and found this guy's package in my face.

Nick D'Arcy is an Australian swimmer bound for the Olympics, on the cover of Good Weekend, the supplement to the broadsheet Sydney Morning Herald. A few weeks short of the Games, any swimmer could have graced the cover of the newspaper's magazine, so why is Nick newsworthy now? And why are his broad shoulders, solid pecs and impressive bulge in Speedos on my mind today? Business as usual then.

Tilda Swinton: High Priestess of Couture (and everything else)

Tilda Swinton first came on to my radar in her portrayal of Frosty the Snow Bitch in the Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. Who is this fierce ethereal creature? I wondered. With her flawless alabaster skin, perfectly androgynous features, white-gold locks any Pantene model worth her hair product would give an arm and leg for as well as her overall whiff of insufferability, playing the Snow Bitch seemed to be a role Tilda was meant to play.