Ever the canny marketer, Madonna was sure to make the most of its saucy overtones. I once attempted to listen to it on a packed train, little realising that the earphone jack had come loose, meaning I blasted it out while standing uncomfortably close to — and making occasional eye contact with — a stranger. But importantly ladies, listen up and listen good: Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you. This lush slow-jam falls into the latter category, as Anderson — whose moniker was once breezy Lovejoy — vows to get down with the object of his affection. The next day, all the women in the village gather, and take turns pulling out objects and reciting rhyming couplets that are meant to predict the romantic fortunes of the item's owner. But what better way to remember George Michael than shagging yourself — and ideally someone else — silly while he sasses away in the background? After recording the song, vocalist Patti Labelle said: Who determined homosexuality was a bigger sin than all of those? Kelis, Milkshake The booming production alone — courtesy of The Neptunes — is enough to get you in a froth, even without those suggestive lyrics. It is this, in which she dizzies you with a whirling synth line and then pounces to devour you whole, like a female spider eating its mate after gross, sticky spider sex. Get fucked, the patriarchy. So it should come as no surprise that the solstice is linked to fertility -- both of the vegetal and human variety -- in destinations around the world. When we refer to bigotry against the LGBT community, where exactly does it from?