Well, it was going to happen eventually. 121 SCORE: 7.309 2015 PLACEMENT: NON-MOVER - 121 of 210 (6.892) HIGHEST SCORE: 10 x 3 (@Phonetics Boy @godspeed @joeee) LOWEST SCORE: 3 x 1 (@Markus1981) MY SCORE: 7/10 So we finally reach the point where every album has suffered loss, and it's almost cruel that it's this track that falls first from Erotica, in the exact same place it landed five years ago. Still though, what a performance from Erotica. Surviving over a hundred eliminations, its lowest rated track not suffering a drop in standings and improving its score by nearly half a point, and literally everything on it guaranteed a score over 7.3. Clap for Dita, y'all. She earned it. I think this is a great track that maybe gets a little lost in all of Erotica's many setpiece tracks, but it carries heft all the same. It actually has a lot in common with what Madonna would go on to do on Bedtime Stories, I think, in the sense that it takes inspiration far more from of-the-time RnB than it does from the rest of Erotica's underground house palette. In this instance, I'm just going to jump straight to the live performance from The Girlie Show, because I think it's phenomenal, and does such a starkly amazing job bringing the song to life that talking about the studio version solely is kind of redundant. The preceding performance of "Deeper And Deeper" is a celebration of hedonism; dancing, flirting, nudity, humping, and excessive to the point that it ends in a big, sexy, ancient-times-style orgy that you see depicted on a stage rather than on the side of an antique Greek urn. But then we turn into "Why's It So Hard", and the mood inverts, and everything that was good and joyful about the last performance becomes shameful and scary. The dancers, who had been revelling in the contact and friction minutes ago, become slow and pained, reaching to Madonna for comfort and compassion as she implores the same kind of empathy from the audience. It's an amazing representation of the AIDS crisis at the time; how sex became something to be feared and to be ashamed of, and how even human contact became a privilege rather than something base and required, and it takes on additional meaning now as we eliminate it 2020, after months of the world being conditioned to treat proximity to others as a threat to our health. It's made all the more difficult when we realise that contact and sex are all connected to kindness and compassion and intimacy, and without one we risk losing the other... but we always have to strive to fight the fear and reach out, even figuratively, because love might be hard, but we cling to it all the same.