From the Green Room: Lady Gaga, Born Again Virgin?
Lady GaGa recently announced in the Daily Mail that she is officially celibate.
Damn. And I thought I had a chance.
How this year’s Madonna Wannabe suddenly became the sexual abstinence soul sister of Sarah Palin is beyond me. Eschewing pre-marital relations is a fine moral stance to take, but I think the hole in Ms. Ga Ga’s “throw down” schedule has more to do with the image she projects than with a conscious decision to remain chaste.
This is the lady whose latest video venture is a nine and a half minute short of her in a women’s prison, walking the exercise yard clad in a top made of a steamship anchor chain, and sunglasses fashioned entirely out of lit cigarettes. She has been seen on MTV with her “Poker Face” covered by a mask comprising of tiny squares from a mirrored ball, and she bemoaned a “Bad Romance” in a latex bodysuit that made her look like a cross between an albino Gumby and the “Heat Miser” from the Rankin / Bass TV classic “The Year Without a Santa Claus.”
She gives me the impression that there is more bacteria on her epidermal layer than you’d find on a Petrie dish at the CDC. Which leads me to believe that this whole celibacy thing may not be…her choice.