Giving up your foreskin as an adult is a fairly big gesture to make but apparently, Guy Ritchie did just that for his former wife Madonna.
The UK Daily Mail reports:
Guy Ritchie is said to have agreed to say sayonara to his foreskin to please his then-wife Madonna. It has been claimed that the Lock Stock director- who attended the wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge last Friday -was circumcised to adhere to the Material Girl’s Kabbalah beliefs.
Karen Berg, a spiritual adviser to Madonna, is reported to have said that Ritchie underwent the surgeon’s knife to please his then-wife, according to New York magazine.
Now this isn’t a debate about the pros and cons of circumcision. That’s a whole other post. But it is a post about what we’re willing to do for love. I’m thinking surgery beats the hardest thing I’ve done for love which is sit through the B-Grade horror flick “Psycho Killer Beast With a Million Eyes”. Total disappointment. For starters it only had two eyes. And the “beast” looked suspiciously like a dog wearing a wig. #fail
In Celebrity World, we’ve seen tattoos (Winona Forever, anyone?), nifty little vials of blood being worn (Angelina and Billy-Bob) and a blind eye turned to extramarital affairs (Jackie Kennedy). Even Nicole Kidman admitted she stopped wearing high heels when she was married to Tom Cruise.
Clearly, 1970s band 10CC had no clue what they were talking about when they wrote their hit song ‘The Things We Do For Love’. Let’s revisit the first line of the chorus, shall we? (Feel free to sing along at home ….)
“Like walking in the rain and the snow when there’s nowhere to go …”
Hmmm. Dude, seriously. If walking through rain and the snow is the extent of what you’re prepared to do for love then you deserve to have your arse sent to Dumped Town.
Since when is walking through rain a sacrifice? Now having surgery on your pork sword, well that’s another matter. (Too much? Imagine I said “pecker” instead.)
So what you have done for love? Sat through endless cricket matches? Gone vegetarian? Moved overseas? Changed your wardrobe? What’s the greatest sacrifice you’ would – or already have -made? And do you have any regrets?
Or perhaps someone has made a sacrifice for you? Was it worth it?