I used to be quite the opposite of a Madonna fan. In fact, I looked for ways and reasons to not like her. As I get older, however, and as she gets older, I realize that she wasn’t as crazy as I thought. That doesn’t mean that I adore her or anything, it just means that maybe she was actually very clever.
One of the two radio stations that play top 40/rock music has been playing an awful lot of the 80’s. I’m not complaining! I love the 80’s. It was, after all, my era. Anyway, I digress.
The other day, I was listening to the music on my way down the hill (to Palm Springs) and Madonna’s “Material Girl” started to play. I, of course, started to sing along. I’m one of the many people who sing at the top of my lungs while I am driving. It’s who I am. I don’t claim to be a great singer, but I love to sing. I can hold my own. I would just never get very far on “American Idol” or “Star Search.” Heh. I digress again!
I listened to the words as I sang. “I am a material girl, and this is a material world.” Or something like that.
It made me think of how true that statement is. I mean, just think of the majority of the people in this world. They are working to earn money . . . money to earn prestige and obtain more and more stuff. I’m one of them. I realize that more and more. I used to think that I didn’t care about the “material things.” The older I get, though, the more I want to have what I don’t seem to be able to have—a nice home, nice furniture, beautiful clothes, jewelry, a social calendar filled with exciting and wonderful events, etc.
By living near Lalaland and Palm Springs, too, I really get to see a whole different level of this material world. I would be lying if I said that it didn’t have some kind of effect on me. I seem to want and want and want some more. It makes me cringe at the thought, but I do. I go shopping all the time and buy up things as if I can afford to buy just anything. DVD’s are my weakness. I love movies. LOVE them. I can’t seem to have enough. If I see one I like, I buy it. Then I go to the office section and buy up pens. I love pens. Then I’ll head over to the home décor section and look at all the lamps (love lamps) that would look GREAT in my house! Sure, I’ll pick one up here and there. I can at times talk myself out of things by telling myself that I’ll get it “next month” with my paycheck.
Right now I am just really focused on making my credit card companies inevitably rich off the interest that I’m paying on the purchases that I have made when I didn’t have the cash. Credit cards are evil, I tell ya. There’s just so much to buy and so little money to buy it with!
When I think of the man that I will eventually marry, I envision someone who is more than capable of supporting me in the way I’d like to become accustomed. Let’s face it, I’m never going to have a beautiful house and all those “things” on a teacher’s salary. Nope, no way. Not in this lifetime anyway. It is imperative that if I want those things, truly, I must seek and find a man of wealth.
Then I return to reality. Yes, it would be nice to have all those things. But if I really face the facts, I don’t need those things. I just want the man, wealthy or not. I would never put money over love, thank the good Lord.
At least not yet. Heh.
See? I really am a material girl living in a material world. Fortunately I am more than willing to live without the stuff, for the right price . . . I mean prince. Truly. I am. Really!
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