This is a Lady Gaga update for all the people who do not need or want one and were hoping she’d evaporated into the cold dark sperm-soaked ether she came from… SO much is new with Lady Gaga. Like, uh, her CD – the one with no tolerable songs besides “Applause” – is 7 months old and, she has a dog. And an afro!
There she is waving on the streets of New York like “Hi, I’m totally pleased to announce that I’ve been cast as Dr. Frank-N-Furter in an off-off Broadway production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”
This look can be achieved after back-to-back viewings of Grease and My Cousin Vinny, plus one tube of Dollar Tree lipstick and zero point zero ounces of shame.
I don’t want to live in a world where Lady Gaga stumbles out of Christina Aguilera’s closet wearing a Moulin Rouge wig and Ed Hardy maternity sweater after a drunken girls’ night to Miley Cyrus standing outside in a crotchless onesie telling her it’s trashy.