As a cultural icon, she does an incredible service for women: after all, it will be hard to oppress a generation who’ve been brought up on pop stars with fire coming out of their tits.
She’s clearly smart and clearly hilarious… but has never ruined the fun by going, “Actually, I’m smart and hilarious,” like, say, Bono would.
“To be honest with you, I don’t give a f*** about red carpets, and I never do them. I don’t like them. First of all – how could any of these outfits possibly look good with an ugly red carpet under them? It’s just visually horrid,” Gaga continues, in a merrily outraged way. “Hollywood is not what it used to be. I don’t want to be perceived as… one of the other bitches in a gown.”
If I ever disappear from Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr, it’s because I’ve committed a heinous crime and am on the run, Thelma and Louise style. Just fyi. Don’t be concerned, I want you to think I’m living a fabulous life of cunning deceit and extravagance, even though in reality I’ll probably be anxious as FUCK. I won’t do as well in lady prison as Gaga.