In an article she wrote for Harper’s Bazaar, Madonna reveals that she was raped on a roof during her first year in New York City. Uhhh, let’s hear it for New York? There’s nothing you can do, because you’re paying rent in New York, these streets will make you feel brand new because all your shit was stolen, big knives will inspire you to go up on a roof so you won’t die but get raped instead. Sorry, I’m not the best lyricist.
I didn’t have many friends; I might not have had any friends. But it all turned out good in the end, because when you aren’t popular and you don’t have a social life, it gives you more time to focus on your future. And for me, that was going to New York to become a REAL artist. To be able to express myself in a city of nonconformists. To revel and shimmy and shake in a world and be surrounded by daring people.
New York wasn’t everything I thought it would be. It did not welcome me with open arms. The first year, I was held up at gunpoint. Raped on the roof of a building I was dragged up to with a knife in my back, and had my apartment broken into three times. I don’t know why; I had nothing of value after they took my radio the first time.
Well, damn. That’s depressing. There’s nothing funny about rape unless you’re raping some nachos or maybe some chicken wings, but I hope Law & Order: SVU picks this up and runs with it. Will Det. Benson make a horrified face before every scene break? Will the ADA say he doesn’t have enough evidence to prosecute because we’re only in Act II? Will Dr. Warner tell somebody to step off she ain’t retesting the DNA? Will Det. Tutuola offer his opinion of the crime by saying, “that’s messed up”? I’m anxious to find out!
