Guest Post by Matt Cheuvront
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Who is Lady Gaga, seriously? She basically came out of nowhere and has, in the past 12 months, taken the throne for most ridiculous/unusual/awesome icon in pop music.
And I’m in love with her.
I mean, in a non romantic way – I’m engaged, so I mean love in a strictly idealistic I want to be on her way.
And I don’t know why.
Really, I don’t. Her music is catchy, but the same can be said for a lot of other pop musicians. She’s not overly attractive but then again, there’s something about those geometric outfits and masks that has me all up in arms.
I’ve wrestled with this for a while now – and somewhere between watching her Youtube, buying her CDs, and contemplating buying a $200 ticket to her show in Chicago (which I didn’t – by the way – but it was a tough call) I’ve settled on the fact that she has to be putting something in the Kool-Aid.
Have you ever seen that episode of Saved by the Bell where Zack taps into the power of subliminal messaging? It’s not long before he uses a Paul Revere tape to brainwash Kelly into asking him to the Sweetheart Dance and a Beach Boys tape to talk Mr. Belding out of a parent-teacher conference. Of course, in true SBTB fashion, the gang gets wise to his act and the plan backfires, resulting in the entire school falling head over heels (including Slater) for the “blonde Tom Cruise”.
It seems totally ridiculous, right? But maybe it’s not too farfetched. In fact, I think it’s entirely possible that Lady Gaga has us all under her control. The ridiculous Kermit coats, the transsexual rumors. Please – it’s all part of her ploy to spread Gaga fever. Grown men everywhere are finding themselves belting out “Pa pa pa Poker Face” while they drive to work. Even I want to take a ride on the disco stick. It’s sad and somehow perfect, all at the same time.
So cheers to you, Lady Gaga, you’ve got us all under your spell, and there’s no clear end in sight.
