OPINION:
Madonna and I are the same age. She seems to have been part of our family conversation for decades now. My sister did her English degree dissertation on her, thousands of words on conical bras and girl power. In the '80s Madonna and I were neck and neck in a poll of girls' top-20 heroines. I was the woman whose work they most liked and she was the woman they would most like to be, though scrolling down the list Mary Whitehouse is in there along with Margaret Thatcher so I need to get over myself.
At the time though we were both trailblazing through the decade. I was presenting Treasure Hunt then Challenge Anneka, jumping out of helicopters without doors, followed by a panting man; a woman right at the centre of the action, taking control, totally empowered.
You have to remember that, up until that point, women on television were usually draped over a car as a prize on the Golden Shot (the car, not the woman), fluttering their eyelids at Bruce Forsyth, or else firmly nailed to the newsroom chair, top half only. And Madonna burst onto the scene with an energy, irreverence and genius that blew through the music industry. She morphed through bride, punk, geisha, military, hip-hop. I think she may have stolen my jumpsuit vibe, to be honest, for her black corset bodysuit look on her Who's That Girl tour, but difficult to corroborate this.