Accidentally caught a little bit of the Lady Gaga Thanksgiving special at a friend’s house tonight. Unplanned, but we couldn’t turn away.
Especially when she shared her tale of bullying. Apparently Stefani Germanotta wasn’t allowed to sit at the popular table in the prep school cafeteria. Bravely, she soldiered on.
She should be grateful. Everyone knows the inhabitants of the popular table end up unhappily married living in the same town they grew up in. And if that’s the worst “bullying” she could summon then I hardly relate.
Of course Lady Gaga is a hero in the gay community because she speaks out in favor of same-sex marriage, which doesn’t qualify as courageous. She’s just satisfying her audience. Were she Toby Keith making the same pronouncements I’d be impressed.
Even though the fraud that is Gaga has been thoroughly exposed my gay brothers and sisters (mostly brothers) continue to look the other way. Are we so desperate?
Although she presents herself as the clarion voice of all the freaks and misfits of life, there is little evidence that she ever was one. Her upbringing was comfortable and eventually affluent, and she attended the same upscale Manhattan private school as Paris and Nicky Hilton. There is a monumental disconnect between Gaga’s melodramatic self-portrayal as a lonely, rebellious, marginalised artist and the powerful corporate apparatus that bankrolled her makeover and has steamrollered her songs into heavy rotation on radio stations everywhere.
Gays used to be a discriminating audience, but, regrettably, that cliche has long expired.
EDINA MONSOON: “You gay men are all alike. Give you a rich bitch with a drug habit and you’re anybody’s aren’t you??”