The furniture is cream-colored, and the prose is purple... in Harper's Bazaar.
But I can believe that, subjected to the chatting of a day-to-day manager and a publicist, one would resort to the distraction of smelling the indoor air and speculating about what might be cooking somewhere... somewhere in the manse.
The writer of the purple prose, Roxane Gay, had to wait a long time for Madonna to show up and when Madonna finally arrived she said: "Roxane, you don't have to wear that dress tonight."
And Roxane didn't unleash sarcasm — like, congratulations on being the millionth person to say that to me — she purportedly "exhaled," because:
This was familiar territory. My name is part of a well-known song or two. I smiled and said, "No, I do not." At one point she asked me for my opinion on a particularly troublesome wine, handed me her glass, and swore she didn't have anything contagious. I believed her and took a sip. To be fair, the wine was terrible....Sounds as though Madonna did have some patience with bad wine, just not with other people noticing how bad it is.
"Take the mediocre out of here," she tells Dustin, the strapping young man who served all the wine and apologized for its mediocrity even though that mediocrity was not his fault. "I'll go broke before I drink bad wine," she declared...But you were drinking it, Madge. You were drinking that wine.
I think you meant: I'll go broke before I serve what other people can recognize as bad wine.
And you do have something contagious. You have dishonesty, bad taste, and tardiness.
Now, the Mayor is calling me out, so I've got to move on past this post. I've got to quit this Harper's Bazaar article half-read. Here's the Roxane/Roxanne song.
Roxanne you don't have to wear that dress tonight/Walk the streets for money you don't care if it's wrong or if it's right....
AND: The lovely George Michael version of "Roxanne":