Fugger: Lady Gaga

Fug Madness 2011, Elite Eight: Bjork Bracket


(1) LADY GAGA vs. (2) NICKI MINAJ

Apparently, yesterday, Lady Gaga turned twenty-five. I wonder if a quarter-life crisis can explain this.

Like, she cracked under pressure of all that’s come before, and wants to be reborn as something different. Or, she’s a huge David Blaine fan. Suddenly I’m rooting for them to hook up. LaDavid Blaiga would be my new favorite couple, and as an added bonus, he might make her disappear.

Because she’s so exhausting. I mean, who wears this to go shopping?

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Fug Madness 2011, Sweet Sixteen: Bjork Bracket, Part II


(1) LADY GAGA vs. (5) PAZ DE LA HUERTA

You know, something about this coupling seems right.

Poor Paz. After seeing this photo, it’s no wonder she just got booked for a drunken bar brawl. Any regular visitor to this site will not be unfamiliar with combination of questionably sober facial expressions and questionably sober clothing choices. Like, say, this one:

Why, yes, those DO appear to be pants that are half-tights. She is Paz de la Hose-ta.

She is also Paz de la Hair-ta: we’re Pun City up in here

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Fug Madness, Round Two, Part Two: Bjork Bracket


(1) LADY GAGA v. (9) AMBER ROSE

Just another morning for Lady Gaga, going out dressed  like a condom on Good Morning America:

Yes, she literally said that outfit was based on condoms, to promote safe sex. Which, okay, safe sex IS important. But, like, so is preventing heart disease and I’m not going out wearing a cardiac stent.  (Parenthetically: how much are we in love with woman standing right behind Gaga, with her mouth agape? You can just assume that’s the expression on my face every single day of the year, all the time.)

I’m not sure what this outfit is to promote:

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Fug Madness 2011, Round One: Bjork Bracket, part II


(1) LADY GAGA v. (16) MADONNA

Let’s not pretend THIS didn’t happen:

Honestly, I think I could have handled the meat dress (not really, I’m totally lying) if she hadn’t also trussed up her feet like two rump roasts and slapped a filet on her hair. Can you imagine what it would be like to sit next to this? You’d be all, “HOLY SHIT, I’M SITTING NEXT TO LADY GAGA. Oh my god. Lady Gaga smells like a slaughterhouse. Oh my god, HER MEAT IS TOUCHING ME.”

And then of course there was all this:

You know how I felt about her Egg-rival — HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaj sorry. Fug Madness is exhausting. — not to mention the rest of her Grammy’s get-ups (including, but not limited to giving herself prosthetic horns. Maybe that was novel when The Devil did it, but now? OLD HAT.)

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I have a list of places that I believe are too unsanitary to go to wearing ONLY MY UNDERPANTS:

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Grammy Awards WTF!!?!?!!?!? Lady Gaga


Heather and I were working on some Fashion Week writing last night, while watching the Grammys, when the room service guy came in and cast a critical eye at the TV. “I’m so over Lady Gaga,” he said.

Dude. I feel you.  I… I just can’t do it anymore.  I just can’t.  Anyone who decides to arrive at the Grammys in an egg obviously has an unusually powerful and grossly all-encompassing need for attention, and here’s why: An awards show is not about one person. It’s about — well, let’s say at least a hundred people, about 80 of whom are way, way, way, way less famous than Lady Gaga is, some of whom are only known amongst polka enthusiasts.   If Gaga decided to open her own concert in an egg, then more power to her. A Lady Gaga concert is about and for Lady Gaga, and she can and should court all the attention she can.  And, trust, it’s not like I think the Grammys are the equivalent of the Nobel Prize or whatever, but I suspect everyone who was nominated for one, and who got to walk the red carpet, got pretty excited about their big night. And then this stupid Egg Being Carried In By Minions routine completely and totally drew every single bit of red carpet attention away from EVERYONE ELSE. To my mind, that’s not performance art — because it’s not being done to make a larger artistic point. The point it’s making is, “I’M HERE IN AN EGG LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME ME ME ME ME ME HOW ELSE CAN I FOLLOW A MEAT DRESS?” Honestly, I just think it’s bratty.

Of course, she couldn’t just stop with the egg. Please pop into the slideshow and follow along. I’ll try not to get all CAPSY on you.

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Lady Fuga


Does Lady Gaga always go so thematic when she travels? I remember her tottering around England with a teacup for about two weeks, as if that might distract everyone from the duct tape on her nipples. I don’t recall her doing a Gaga version of Uncle Sam, though, visiting China as a drag Chairman Mao, popping over to The Netherlands dressed as a giant clog, nor attempting some kind of Catherine the Great homage in Russia wherein she had a stuffed horse attached to her groin. Okay, so she may not have been to China or Russia or the Netherlands, but you get the idea. I wonder if Parisians found it charming that Gaga graced their city garbed as an alien Marie Antoinette-John Lennon love child from the 28th century who worships at the altar of under-cleavage (brace your retinas; it’s in the slidshow), or if they were just all, “Eh, let her eat FAKE,” and then giggled and giggled about their nonsensical wit as they slathered each other in Brie. Because that’s totally what they do in France.

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