You stirred some controversy that night by suggesting you two hung out at a New York lesbian club called the Cubby Hole.
Well, yes, we threw that out there to confuse people. It was definitely an inside joke for people in New York. I mean, I’ve never been to the Cubby Hole. I just think it’s hysterical.
At the moment, you’re a brunette. How different does brown feel from blond?
I can’t dwell on it too long because I have to dye my hair blond again for Dick Tracy. Being blond is definitely a different state of mind. I can’t really put my finger on it, but the artifice of being blond has some incredible sort of sexual connotation. Men really respond to it. I love blond hair, but it really does something different to you. I feel more grounded when I have dark hair, and I feel more ethereal when I have light hair. It’s unexplainable. I also feel more Italian when my hair is dark.
Speaking of your look, you were recently named to Mr. Blackwell’s annual worst-dressed list. Is there any list on which you’d like to name him?
I’d put him on the list of men I’m least affected by. [She grins mischievously.] I think I always make the worst-dressed list. It’s just silly. But it is kind of nice having something you can count on.
If you could change anything about the way you look, what would it be?
I always wanted to be taller. I have the little-person complex. People who are smaller are always trying to be bigger, I guess.
You seem mighty big.
Well, that’s good, because I’ve been working on being big for so long [laughs].
What of life can you see from behind tinted glass?
It looks even more inviting. If I’m in a hotel and I know there are paparazzi downstairs, I find myself looking out the window wistfully. Last summer, during the play, I would look out my window in the theater and see tons of people outside waiting for me every night. And I would find myself enviously watching some anonymous woman just carrying a shopping bag, walking down the street, just slowly window-shopping and taking her time, with nobody bothering her. I envied her.
What becomes a legend most?
[Puzzled] You mean like the fur you’re wearing? Is that a question? I don’t know. I think that’s one of the great mysteries.
Do you make your own bed?
Yes, I do. The maid comes three days a week, so on the days she doesn’t come, I make my bed. I’ve even been known to wash my own clothes.
Well, that ought to be worthy of legendary behavior. Confess your worst fault.
Impatience. I just can’t stand waiting. I always want everything right away. Nothing came as fast as I wanted it.
Over the years, you’ve jokingly called yourself a bitch. Do you think you’re a bitch?
Oh, I can be. Deep down inside, I’m a really nice girl. But, certainly, I can be a bitch. I’m a perfectionist, and I’m under lots of pressure. Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done.
You mean in light of the Bush administration, you haven’t become a kinder and gentler Madonna?
No! [She laughs devilishly.] The world isn’t ready for that!
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