For Nude Photo, Lady Gaga’s Nose Censored for Sexiness

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Sure, Lady Gaga has a decent body, but nobody really finds her sexy, right? Egotastic.com writer was hesitant to even publish the famous The Fame singers’ breast-shot photo. That is just how much of a turn-off she can be.

In earnest, it mustn’t be the starlet’s strange alien costumes that truly wig us out, but her natural face. V Magazine (for whom Gaga posed topless) staff made up her pout and lids to look a lot more like fellow musician Christina Aguilera – notice no freaky geisha lips, for one. Instead the keeping-it-Gaga piéce they donned her head and face with was this space-style hat of rings. But the most important feature this headpiece boasts is it covers her unfortunate nose.

And voila!(?) Sexy. ? Or the path to sexy has been cleared.

Still, the only thing actually hot about this is somehow that it’s a celebrity’s bare breast. To be turned on, I’m sure one must remind the pleasure centers of the brain this like a mantra. Somehow even her full breast just comes off flat, in a manner of speech.

lady-gaga-quoteOf course the Lady does think she’s all that and sliced bread. Perhaps her ego not being fed makes her reach for more attention. “Everybody knows” a new celebrity should not yet go naked, unless that’s the path to stardom itself. Gaga is clearly impatient and impulsive due to her insecure/narcissistic illness. In a video raving about the quality of V Magazine, she boasts her love for fashion, once again, as she does as often as for music. But is nudity fashion, even if art? And a nude celeb can never be art, all socially aware, intelligent people know that. Or maybe it’s just those of  us on the outside, predatory world. However the girl who chose the name Lady Gaga while already putting together her debut album is still a newbie. The chart-topping singer is so musically hot right now, she doesn’t even actually need more attention, except the girl behind the show is probably lonely and lost.

She deludedly loves any sexual attention / compliments to her attraction. In a quote that comes off more Megan Fox and daft natural blond than deep lyricist / girl power writer, she also raved about her photographer,

“Sebastian’s incredible. He’s so amazingly talented, very kind… He likes it when my nipples fall out. It’s all of the things I look for in a good photographer.”

Sounds more like a Paris Hilton, doesn’t it? If this “Lady” doesn’t improve her self-esteem or fill her need for love soon (or perhaps it’s something else her insanity craves) could she too go sex tape? And what will happen if not enough people care?

Spencer Pratt, Born to Be Bad? … OR (What’s in a name?)

Would a rose by any other name smell so sweet? Can a word or name with an extra letter mean to deceive?

Being a woman of these modern times, even one who studied English, it took me a viewing of the “period” television show, Merlin, to introduce me to the antiquated term, “prat”. (Video clip below.) Flat-out, it just means “ass”. (OK, ok, buttocks.)

Immediately I thought of our dear enemy, Spencer. Even though a search led me to read his surname means “trick”, perhaps the worse half of Speidi put those two ideas together. The trick is the “acting” and minus the t from trick is all ass – or a-hole.

This does not mean we cannot blame Mr. Pratt. It just means we can amuse ourselves with some appropriate name calling.

Love Gaga, Hate Repitition; But Read her “Poker Face”; Actually a Dating Game Face

Can change my, can change my … mind.

I *Just Danced* in the car to “Just Dance”. I discovered “Fashion” from Confessions of a Shopaholic and, well, shopped. Bought that soundtrack; then Gaga’s debut album, “The Fame.”

And I still wouldn’t give that “inane”, repetitive, electronic Poker Face a second look.

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But then I read the meaning behind the words that are not in the actual-4-lines-of-words pre- and- chorus.

And it took me about two further weeks to actually cave and give an open-minded listen (and read).

It is about the game face women must (usually) put on in the beginning of dating men. We (boy-dating females) really should, I suppose. Basically, don’t tell that man that you love him on date 2-and-a-half. Well you can do it if his feminine side is bigger than your own, which is rare, and you probably don’t know yet. So don’t do it, girls!

OK on to the obvious bitchiness: Sorry, but the only face change narcissist Lady Gaga needs to make to attract is one more from Face Off. Ouch. It just had to be said. But don’t worry, Lady Gaga’s mental illness prevents her from reading visual criticism any way but as something like this:  “Lady Gaga is so sexy she doesn’t even need a game face. Hey why is she still single anyway? I mean really! Really?! I AM SO SORRY. I AM.”

*The Man* thought The World Needed a “Juno” for Adults?

And no, I don’t mean pervy adults.

This is not to bash the film in question, the newly-released Away We Go. I’m sure the story is original and visually it’s maybe no more copycat than any other major movie.

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But the advertising company saw “pregnant couple” and thought doodles(! omigod) were the way to go in its campaign. Yes, because 34-year-old home hunting expected parents so beg for scribbly cartoons. These may not be the two most grown adults, but to me the ads are just too reminiscent of that recent hit. I don’t think the pitch: “… more knocked-up hijinks!!”, which is the vibe I’m given, is appropriate for comedy after comedy, never mind responsible.

The worst part is that it demeens this probably quality flick. (I’d see it.) Even though the art department perhaps just aimed for *independent* whimsy, they crashed after taking it too far and running out of fuel. Still, ignore the graphics if they bother you, and not the film if the previews don’t.

I mean, I wouldn’t care, but I do want these actors to succeed.

P.S. I’m sorry? but eh… I don’t see Maya Rudolph with John Krasinski. (And she’s far less cute here than she was on SNL, as odd as that sounds remembering most SNL females.) Hmmm, also aiming for a *new* Pam? You’ll always fail — there is only one.

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This site will be mostly a rant blog; also a bit personal — about pop culture and what Society Says. I am the type of girl who, when it says “jump!”, kicks instead and adds some screaming. I also never asked, “Mother, May I?” except when wee playing senseless games—but mostly I just sassed my less-intelligent-than-I parents.

I’m different; as I’ve been told by many who were less than enamored.

I didn’t need those douchey drones.

Unlike how it surely  sounds (me: cranky, alienated, bitter), I’ve found my own book with “ever after”: my life from now on tells me I’ve no need to be personally sad, but the world we’re stuck in sure makes me cross.

Through my years-and-years of publishing and English schooling, I’ve practiced professionalism, tact, and class. Recently though, I’ve been encouraged to let my inner “bitch” out and I just realized—I need not be anonymous with this part of myself.

With all the complaints I’m about to put forth, isn’t it better to not hide behind a nom de plum, or basically hide behind those words? When the torched-borne-commenters come at me the publish button that way – I will coast above.