She didn’t like it, not the demeaning, degrading things which they often asked of her. Not the way in which they lorded their power over her with on again off again fascination. Not the way in which she could do nothing but thank them in return for the abuse, being made to sing their praises as they made mockery of her in every way imaginable.

Madison’s bloody fixation on insisting that she was some kind of incestuous whore was both cringe worthy and annoying all in the same breath.