ELLE: Do you guys watch Catherine Tate (the groundbreaking UK comedy sensation now on BBC America)?
M: Yes. She’s brilliant. Lourdes does a great imitation of the character who keeps telling everyone she’s “not bovvered.” She likes to play the chav. [Chav refers to a genre of uncouth UK citizen.]
ELLE: On the topic of Brits: Why is a nice Jewish girl like Amy Winehouse covering herself in tats and dating prison inmates? Can’t you kabbalah some sense into her?
M: It You better ask her. If she’s not ready, then kabbalah can’t do too much. She’s talented, but I have not been following her dramas. I don’t read the tabloids.
ELLE: Aren’t you glad you got famous before the era of self-destruction, rehab, and crotch-flashing?
M: I came on the heels of punk. There was lots of stuff going on, but there wasn’t the coverage. This new Hollywood generation is not punk rock. They are more bourgeois. It’s time to flash something new.
ELLE: Speaking of trying to get attention: You and I have both spent years trying to get our respective fathers’ attention via shock tactics. I once told my dad that instead of getting a job, I was going to sell my body on the Left Bank to rich old men (Madge has a good chortle at this, which greatly eases my nerves]. Needless to say, he rolled his eyes and ignored me. What’s the most insane thing you ever said to your dad to get his attention?
M: “I’m not going to church anymore.”
ELLE. Is your dad going to vote for McCain?
M: I try to stay away from political discussions with him. We agree to disagree.
I am finally starting to relax. Madge may be a deity, but she is an interesting, cultivated, hamische kind of a deity.
ELLE: What are you reading?
M: I’m alternating between The Bad Girl by Mario Vargas Llosa and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.
ELLE: Listen, to?
M: When I’m working out, Timbaland, Britney, Kylie, Rihana, Nelly Furtado, all the dance-hall queens. When I’m not working out, it’s about movie soundtracks: Almodovar, Nino Rota; I’m loving those guys who did the soundtrack to Hamam.
ELLE: When Cher works out, she watches Cops, allegedly.
M: I don’t watch TV.
Madonna’s chef enters with a platter of yunmey tofu desserts.