I don’t think so, mind you. I enjoy her hypnotizing songs and simultaneously laugh at and applaud her insanely attention demanding costumes.
But the attached blog accuses Gaga of making “shitty house music” and, worse, looking like a revamped version of a club kid running around the Limelight in 1993.
What’s more, in exploring her thesis, the author invokes my name as a character from that era who ended up a TV commentator, as if that’s a bad thing–though she nobly adds that I’m also supposed to be an accomplished writer and journalist. Thanks for that, dear. Now leave Lady alone!