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.
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.”
