Oh, gosh. It almost pains me to write this post. When I was in college—and my friends can attest to this—I idolized Madonna. I dressed like her (which included wearing the lace see-through tops and black bras, black bangles up my arms, and leggings with black laced shoes), tried to dance like her, and just thought she was an all-around creative soul. I felt a kinship with her for some reason; perhaps it’s because we also happen to share the same birthday. However, last night, as I watched her accept her award at The Golden Globes, my stomach churned, and not in a good way. I spent ten years teaching…