No, I don’t mean bombing. She does quite well, actually. But why do so many of her numbers seem to climax with her falling down drenched in fake blood and bubbles?
As the superstar tells Elle magazine, “I feel that if I can show my demise artistically to the public, I can somehow cure my own legend. I can show you so you’re not looking for it. I’m dying for you on domestic television-here’s what it looks like, so no one has to wonder.”
It’s the same thing so many divas do, but in this case it’s scripted.
In the same interview, the Lady also opens up about how she didn’t die every day when she worked as a former waitress: “I was really good at it. I always got big tips. I always wore heels to work! I told everybody stories, and for customers on dates, I kept it romantic. It’s kind of like performing.”
And speaking of keeping things romantic, here’s why Gaga doesn’t use her sexuality in her work: “I fought for months, and I cried at meetings. They didn’t think the photos were commercial enough…The last thing a young woman needs is another picture of a sexy pop star writhing in sand, covered in grease, touching herself.”
The Elle cover? Sexy, of course. But she’s only touching her hair.