AllyG: Coming off a fabulous weekend, and you? Saturday was le sucky, but I took advantage of the weather to get a mani/pedi at Embrace with my girl Krista. Those people know what they’re doing. Let me tell you. Sunday was spent walking through the Public Gardens, getting gelato at DioMio and coming back for a BBQ with neighbours in the ‘burbs. I can’t believe I used to knock the burbs. My 22 year old self cannot believe I just wrote the above paragraph.
Anyway. I’ve been thinking a lot about Lady Gaga lately. Sometimes when I’m bored, or feeling uninspired, I imagine what my life would be like if I was say, Britney Spears or perhaps a more reputable artist like Carrie Underwood (shut up). Whenever I imagine myself in Lady Gaga’s shoes I get embarassment cringes. You know what I mean, right? Like the cringes you get when someone does something super stupid but they think they did something awesome and you feel so mortified for them that you can’t even breathe? That’s embarassment cringes. Like, I can’t imagine myself being Gaga on the tour bus. Does she wear that crap on the tour bus? Does she wear sweats? I JUST DO NOT KNOW.
Here’s the thing, I don’t know if I’m totally on point for feeling weird about Gaga or whether I’m totally old (sort of like the coloured tights…is Lady Gaga like coloured tights? Can I only appreciate before 3o??!!!). Her fashion is courageous to be sure, but it feels so forced, so contrived. Am I turning into my mother?
Right? I mean…Carine, what do you think (again, shut up, I also fantasize that Carine Roitfeld reads the blog every second of the day).
I’m not going to lie, I actually kind of like this outfit. If I could pull it off, I would perhaps wear this outfit. Not to work or anything, but you know, to go grocery shopping or buy stuff for the baby. Regular errands and such.
Maybe I am wrong about the Gaga…I kind of like this look. It’s daring, it’s fun, it’s young. I’ve typed out, “I wish she’d put on a shirt” several times and gone back and deleted it because I again fear I am morphing into my mother. Perhaps I can indeed handle the Ga!
%#$#%$#^% I’m old. I can’t dig it.
L-A: You think you’re old? I’m reading about Lady Gaga and the first thing that pops into my head is, “Who is this Lady Gaga character?” I seriously cannot name one of her songs for you. And you want to know why? Because I’m pretty sure the CBC hasn’t played any. Now there is old. I had to google her for more info (at least I’m still young enough to properly use google as a verb…phew! close one!), and I’m still at a loss.
My second thought on Lady Gaga, and I have thought this just about everytime I have seen a photo of her, is, “Where are her pants?” One of my finds tells me that she has some roots in burlesque, which does explain her outfits a little bit. Except, Dita von Teese is pretty much the queen of burlesque and I’ve never once asked this question about her (I’m thinking about Dita during public engagements, such as red carpet events, as opposed to performances).
Actually, it appears to me that Lady Gaga often forgets one key piece of clothing. Sometimes it is pants, other times, a top. But she doesn’t seem to mind. Lady Gaga is beyond such constructs as pants. Who needs pants? Not Lady Gaga!
Actually, that last outfit isn’t so bad. I mean that in an, “That actually looks comfortable. I’d wear that around the house, that is, if my around the house loungewear were to stop including pants” kind of way. But take away the red heels and I’d understand why you’d want to wear that outfit. Of course, Lady Gaga does not limit her pantslessness to silly things as “around the house”. She includes red carpet evetns as a time to go pants (or skirt) free.
(I also have to admit: she looks so much better as a brunette).
But you know what? When I’m done contemplating the sartorial stylings of Lady Gaga, I always return to the question: “where the hell are your pants”?
AllyG: Can you imagine the confidence required to just up and decide to ditch your pants? That’s gutsy. What makes me feel old is her reference to a “disco stick” in the below video. Is she talking about what I think she’s talking about?
Crappy Pop Video of the Week
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