Apple pie. Baseball. Michigan-born pop stars who become expatriates and dwell in London. Nothing more American than that. Or at least I think there's nothing more American than that. It's kind of hard to tell, as my Israelification continues.
But it's July 4, which still means something to me...that's why I'm bringing you this post, which might as well mark the re-emergence of the Madonnanthology category on this here blog. Except that I did it over at Beliefnet's Idol Chatter.
Check out the scene:
London, Ritchie/Ciccone Mansion, dinnertime. The family sits at the table.
RITCHIE: Rocco, tell your mum to pass the salt.
MADONNA: Lola, tell your father that we have an appointment to see Rabbi Berg today and he'd better be there.
ROCCO: I've had it with passing the salt to you two. I'm going to my wing.
LOLA: And I'll be in my wing. And PS, mom, I'm a Buddhist. So there.
And a happy Fourth of July to all.