I Don't Think About My Old Stuff.

I Wanted To Know Why People Follow Rules Blindly, Or Why Girls Had To Act A Certain Way And Boys Didn't. Why Could Boys Ask Girls Out And Girls Not Ask Guys Out? Why Did Girls Have To Shave Their Legs And Guys Didn't? Why Did Society, Like, Set Everything Up The Way They Did? My Whole Adolescence Was Full Of Unanswered Whys. Because They Never Got Answered, I Just Kept Lighting Fires Everywhere - Metaphorically Speaking.

Make No Mistake, Madonna Is Always In Control Of The Image She Wants You To See.

My Father Was Very Strict With Me, And I Kept Seeing A Disparity Between Their Freedom And My Lack Of It, Or How I Had All The Responsibilities And They Had None. And The Catholic Church, All Of The Rules, And Why Did I Have To Wear A Dress When They Could Wear Pants? I Would Say To My Dad: 'will Jesus Love Me Less If I Wear Pants? Am I Going To Hell?'

Sometimes You Want To Go For A Walk And You Don't Want To Be Watched. You Just Want To Be Anonymous And Blend In. Especially When I Travel, I Feel That Way, Because I Can't Really Go Out And See A City The Way Other People Can And I Miss Out On A Lot.

Fame Can Be Very Disruptive. It Can Be Like A Drug. It Gives You The Feeling That You're Happy, It Gives You The Feeling Of Self-importance, It Gives You The Feeling Of Fullfilment; But It Can Distract You From What Is Really Important.