It's a shame that one of the most interesting '80s artists, one who is openly gay, is such a nasty embarrassment as a human being, but I have to say it appears Boy George is going to get what's coming to him. After his continual drug fuck-ups, his charges for imprisoning a hustler certainly rang true—his defense was completely unserious and almost mocking, joking that the handcuffs he used were no big deal. Now he's guilty and he's likely to serve prison time. I know it's harsh, but I for one will not miss him while he's gone.
It's sad that gifted icons like him and George Michael are so troubled in their personal lives, but it's worse to ignore it and act like they're okay (Michael even once railed at an interloper who caught him cruising for sex in a drug-induced stupor that this was part of how the gay community is).
It makes me appreciate that the worst that can be said of my own personal favorite artist is that she lists toward pretentiousness, is occasionally uninspired in her work (or too directly inspired by too-obvious sources) and can't be counted on to smile and sign autographs if you bump into her at the airport.
Basically, comparing Boy George with Madonna is like comparing Raquel Welch with the back of a bus...