Maybe you are tired of my Lady Gaga fangirling, with all the weird sexual fetishes and alien fashion. That’s okay; maybe you also like me and/or this blog for other things and will happily skip this post. Otherwise, I just watched her new video with Beyonce for “Telephone” and it is absolutely so not a music video, and I love it. In fact, it has nothing to do with the song. It is a bizarre violent cartoon of lesbian malfeasance. Expect lots of rubber couture, catfights, erotic prison scenes, hot butch dykes making out with Gaga, trannies, and the comment about Gaga’s dick is referring to this. Oh, and the video doesn’t make linear or narrative sense; just let it wash over you.
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This is terrifying.
This civilization really has exhausted itself!!!!!!
Note the mobile phone ADVERTISEMENT (2:07)
I refuse to bite this phony hook, “Lady Gaga” She is just a product, and she sells a product…an idea. I bet that her “dick” in the video wasn’t even real.
She is disgusting, and a fake.
Was that only 10 product placements?
WOW. I’ve just sat watching this in the office. Where the Hell do you start with commenting on this video? I love the blatant fetishism that Gaga incorporates into her videos. The smoking glasses were definitely one that caught my eye! I’ll have to try and have a Blue Peter day with one of my ashtray boys sometime. :)
YAY! a Kill Bill reference! (actually QT gave Lady Gaga the actual Pussy Wagon form Kill Bill V1 to use in this music video, how awesome is that!)
Hot.
No such thing as too much Gaga! You just keep on fangirling all over the place and I’ll be more than willing to lick up the juicy mess.
I think the best part was “let’s make a sandwich” just because of how it didn’t at all fit with the rest of the video.
Very entertaining in general
prison AG’s = srsly hawt.
I was going to say more + advocate for Gaga as lifetime spokesperson for our nonreproductive futurity – but after just letting that wash over me, all I can do is wipe the dribble of joy off my keyboard.