Here is what I imagined Truth or Dare would smell like:
|Strike a pose.|
I adore Madge, and have always held her high on my list of pop icons, fashion icons, and everything else in life icons.
I changed my clothes on the school bus in eighth grade so I could dress like her (my parents would not let me leave the house looking like that.) I took voice lessons so I could (attempt to) sing like her. I drew a black dot above my lip so I could have a fake mole like her (mine looked more like a gypsy-mole you would have slapped on your face as part of your Halloween costume. Sexy.) If I could have crawled inside Madonna and become Madonna, I totally would have done that too. I love every incarnation of her – let the haters hate; I think Madonna is awesome.
So perhaps I am a little biased, thinking that her perfume, is also, awesome.
And I also enjoyed a nice old-fashioned game of truth or dare back in the day…
I would always choose “dare” praying I would be dared to make out with the cute boy. Instead I was usually dared to do things like take off my shirt and run around the outside of the house in a circle banging a pot with a wooden spoon in my bra.
Not exactly the dare what I was hoping for.
The bottle looks like its wearing a little Pope hat - naturally! Very Gothic and pretty in bright white and gold.
So…truth or dare? This time, TRUTH.
Truth is, when I spray this perfume on, I feel really good.
I also feel really good when I have to take a break from washing to dishes to dance like a maniac in my kitchen to Like a Prayer.
Madonna just makes me feel good.
And truth ain’t so bad – truth coulda saved me back in the day from banging a pot with a spoon in my bra in front of a bunch of people.
But looking back, dare was way more fun.