I’m sorry but I can’t hold it in any longer. And some of you are going to hate me for it; you’ll probably even write irate comments at the bottom of this blog post. But I have to do it, and I’m prepared to suffer the consequences. She’s massively popular, and that’s why you’ll probably hate me when I say this: Give me a break Lady GaGa you bore me to tears.

Lady GaGa hairstyles

I know, I know: she sings pretty good songs. “Just Dance” and “Poker Face” are massive, and I don’t really mind them. Neither do most people, which seems to be the case since “Poker Face” apparently reached number 1 in nearly 20 countries. I guess a lot of people out there like her so-called glam-rock sound... and her fetish for appearing in her granny-pants underwear.

That, however, is exactly what annoys me so much about her: the underwear. And her outfits, and her pop-culture philosophy she spouts, and of course her hair. Everything about Lady GaGa is so manufactured and self-conscious and fake. Wearing no pants is not shocking and the most eye-catching hairstyle isn’t necessarily platinum with blunt bangs. And you’re not Andy Warhol either so stop making those short films. And I don’t care either if you can have an orgasm just by thinking about sex.

Lady GaGa is a dancing puppet operated by boardroom executives. They all got together over their lattes and pieced her together. “We’ll make her sound glam rock, like the 80s” they probably said. “We’ll get her to talk about orgasms; we’ll make her all ‘postmodern’; we’ll take her pants off; she’ll sing songs about being wasted- but songs that are catchy and pop-sounding.” Every dimension of Lady GaGa is a cliché with rounded edges for our easy consumption.

In a nutshell I guess I’m frustrated with Lady GaGa because she seems completely unoriginal. But people out there like her, and so perhaps the problem is with me. Perhaps I shouldn’t evaluate musicians or actors or whatever according to so-called benchmarks of originality; instead I should just listen and watch and, instinctively, either simply “enjoy” or “dislike.”

Ok I’ll try..........

Can’t do it. I keep thinking about those granny-pants and that corny hairstyle.