Gagging on Gaga

The female Willy Wonka of our generation, Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanott, popular as Lady Gaga is an effervescent performer. The prominently bizarre sets of her songs, the poofed-up and parting-out, whacko hairstyles with each video, the color tornado on her nails extending to quadruple the length, and flashy, outstanding patterns on her clothes with miles of fabric flowing out, all scream audience.

Her eyes may be masked with the thickest width of a peculiar eye-liner but her stark stare never swerves from the camera. Even the lucky soul who gets to partner her isn’t able to seize as much attention as he thinks. She acrobats the floor dancing each unbending move with paramount poise and having on heels that can match up to a basketball player.

Her music is loud in every sense. Screaming out the name of her lover-so or screaming in pain of parting from him, both thump the listeners with decibels that make them squint their eyes and blink a time less.

Each song is cruder with each release, though her performance shrewdly sets crude and vulgar a good line apart. No shy and introverted songs with ever so slow eye contact and soft blushes or done-to-death love & hate songs. These are thunderous releases with a message that screams out to the listeners and yet she exhibits a wildly fascinating femininity with each single, more sexist in a way. A domineering figure, lady Gaga makes a brash statement across the screens. She trails no passé or cliché and spanks the new.

And how she manages to rhyme “Gaga” with almost all her songs is quite a smash in itself

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