Enjoy yourself. You look terrific so don’t sweat the small stuff…it’s just a birthday.

You’ve always been a maverick so why not be a maverick when it comes to aging as a celebrity? Whatever cosmetic surgery you’ve had so far… STOP NOW… and age gracefully and end up looking like a human being and not an alien.

Act your age.

Who? :)

Madonna, get real. You are getting old. Stop pretending to be a teenager and start acting like a grownup. You have more money than you can possibly spend so quit horsing around on the stage in unsuitable outfits and set up a foundation to do good works. Blend into the background and let your money do the talking. Do you want to be remembered as a narcissist or as a philanthropist? Use your 50th birthday to change your life and then to change the lives of the poor or the sick for the better.

None.

It seems unanimous… Dear Sister Madonna, We, The Sisters of WoW want you to exhale and embrace 50. This is your time for self-discovery, seize the moment and have a great birthday.

Dear Madonna: Stop trying to look 30 and embrace 50. I worry you’re going to exercise and resculpt your face so far, you’ll end up as Joan Rivers. Lovingly, Lorraine

My wish to her is the same at it would be to anyone on their birthday: many happy returns of the day. Otherwise: big whoop.

As a fellow Leo, we are cursed with the need for attention. To be the big honcho. To be the center of attention. We just know that the Universe revolves around us. I was always told that I was an actress, full of drama. “Jeanette is acting again, my father would sing, here she is, miss america!” I was always ripping the curtains off the window to wrap around me, playing the part of an Arabian beauty I saw in the movie, Ali Babba and the Forty Thieves. As us Leo’s get older, and are passed up for younger more attractive lioness’s, we can despair. That is when we work-out till we have muscles like a man, face-lifts til we look like a cat, and stalk our own reflections in the windows as we pass them by. Yes, we are cursed. Me, more so than you. At least you have an audience, me, I have four walls. No fame nor fortune for me. No sexy outfits to prance around in, nope, no curtains, no big money for me, no Kabbalah fame for me, nope. Nothing for me. Me, me, me! See? It’s a curse. LOL