I’m sure by now that most of you are aware that I’ve never ever bought into this women… For example, just two weeks ago she was banging on about the media hoo-ha of her weight gain, then she posted a series of photographs of her in her underwear (of doing sit-ups around the clock for a week) accompanied a “Body Revolution” campaign urging others to embrace their bodies. The mixed message of “embrace who you are” with “look I’m thin again” doesn’t agree with me… and I really do not give a shit if she DID suffer from bulimia and/or annorexia since she was a teenager, she has a social responsibility to fufil as her target market is a young generation with young minds, and I must be honest, I don’t believe the bullshit that comes out of her mouth anyway.
So she’s gone back to parading her bod as a matter of business, because frankly, her music is not her main business…. On Friday she went for lunch and Les Pirates, Juan Les Pins in the South of France in a bikini top/bra and denim shorts – so desperate for us to see that she’s toned up again.
I do not call this a Body Revolution, to me that is simply treating your body like a piece of meat.
Oh yes, she likes to wear meat too…
I question the likes Yoko Ono and Oprah Winfrey praising Draga as a role model to misaligned youth. The message I’m receiving from Gaga is: Cover your body when it doesn’t meet your perception of society’s expection, then crash diet and compulsively exercise, and walk around half naked to prove that you’ve got a hot bod again.
As I’ve always believed, and it has now been proved yet again, she was in fact BORN THIS WAY, insecure!! She needs a warning label for the under 18s.
So anyway, Draga went back to her fail safe of early 2012 injecting the “Lady” back into her look for the launch of her ironical expensive hooker scent, Fame, at Harrods this weekend. Draga arrived to her appearance in a gold horse drawn carriage. Classy.
for this occassion, Lady Gaga got her RuPaul on with full length figure-hugging black dress, massive hair, winged Winehouse eyes and baroque horror claws… what the feck?
I rest my case…
*proceeds to step off my Soapbox*