If wearing a dress made of meat and arriving at an awards
ceremony in a pod weren’t enough past evidence to confirm that Lady Gaga is
crazy, her new single has most certainly cemented her certifiable status for
me. Quite honestly, I excused most of
her appalling apparel choices as artistic expression. However, her latest song lacks any quality creative
lyrical content, but it did indeed manage to catch my attention as I was
traveling today.
I thought I was mistaken when I heard the disc jockey
announce, “And here’s the latest from Lady Gaga featuring R. Kelly.”
I turned to my husband, who was seated in the driver’s seat,
and asked, mouth agape, “Did she really just say R. Kelly? Like mother-fucking ‘trapped
in the closet’ R. Kelly? What the fuck?”
He nodded in affirmation, also announcing, “Yeah, I think
so.” As curiosity so too got the better
of him, he turned the volume dial up.
We then heard Lady Gaga’s vocals repeating, “Do what u want
with my body, baby. Do what u want with my body, baby.”
Damn. This bitch be
bat-shit crazy. She’s telling R. Kelly
he can do what he wants with her body?
Doesn’t she know shit about R. Kelly? (pun intended) If he does what he
wants, this duet is going to end up with a face full of feces. And you can’t use the other fucking two
letters? Y-O-U! Ugh … we’re raising
a generation of morons with this crap.
Does no one have any decency these days? I’m about to collect all my CDs and DVDs and
hole myself up in my basement because every time I listen to the radio, turn on
the TV, or search around online, I am simply appalled by what I find. You got scrawny little Miley Cyrus running
around twerking and smoking joints with her weird looking ass exposed. You got her cracked up predecessor Britney
back telling you to work bitch. And now
you have Lady Gaga and R. Kelly in “the back of the club, taking shots, getting
naughty like we don’t give a fuck.”
Does no one give a fuck anymore? Maybe media wouldn’t be overflowing with such
filth if the masses had some intelligence and moral standards. Get your shit together, people. All these bitches be crazy, and we just keep
the records playing in the back of the club like we don’t give a fuck. Who’s
up for another shot of Patron and some urine play? Why not, right, Lady Gaga?
You all do what you want while I’m in my basement listening
to Aimee Mann and Michael Penn. Don’t
interrupt me with today’s pop culture.
