By Lex September 23, 2014 @ 9:12 AM
I’m pretty sure Tony Bennett no longer knows precisely where he is. Dude’s nearing ninety and while he can still put out a few sweet notes, he has to be wondering who this topless skank is that keeps showing up to ruin his gigs. Sarah Vaughan always wore undergarments back in the day. I’d like to think after sixty years of success you wouldn’t have to duet with a chick who smells like feta just to nab a paycheck. If only younger Tony Bennett could’ve met older Tony Bennett in one of those planning for your financial future commercials. This picture alone would’ve sent young Tony Bennett to the bank to open up a savings account.
Photo Credit: Splash
By Lex September 18, 2014 @ 9:58 AM
Trannies are born with the instinct for a powerful entrance. Leaving the spotlight quietly, not so much. Lady Gaga channeled the Birth of Venus mixed with Fire Island glory hole trap when she arrived in Athens to help the Greeks forget about their bankruptcy and government employee riots for a while. The European continent is a time warp for flailing American and British music acts who can translate their downswings into three decade long tribute tours in nations where Members Only jackets are just coming into vogue. Lady Gaga may never leave the stage, but at least the lights are starting to dim.
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By Matt September 10, 2014 @ 7:07 AM
Lady Gaga posted some swimsuit pics to Instagram that were either normal amounts of unflattering or really fucking unflattering. Gaga received negative comments for a few in particular which sort of just portrayed herself the way she looked before binging on craft services. She took to her defense with an empowering message of self acceptance:
“So what if I got a belly sometimes, sometimes I don’t. There’s people starving in the world. #whocares”
Are you supposed to answer hashtags? Obviously, you care, under the whoever smelt it dealt it rule of reasoning. Also, the starving people of the world probably care that you’re double fisting Yoplaits while they’re feeding their kids tree bark and pretending it’s soy chicken.
Later Gaga couldn’t stop with just one nitwit piece of fat guilt tripping, so she threw in another platitude for dessert:
“#bodyrevolution Proud at any size, because the inside is what really counts, Plus, it’s all how you pose! just ask the supermodels!”
Now I’m just confused. If I were one of the Little Monsters, I wouldn’t know whether to cut my forearm or eat a ham sandwich. The last thing you want is one million unguided teen outcasts. It might be good for the pharmaceutical industry. Not so much for peace and tranquility at the piercing counter. Personally, I could care less if Lady Gaga is getting fat. It just makes it easier to catch up to her and tell her how much I hate her music.
Photo Credit: Instagram
By Lex August 28, 2014 @ 10:17 AM
Would a fat woman post a picture of her ass like this to Instagram? I think not. The most important thing is that Lady Gaga is not letting the gossip and stubby finger pointing about her weight gain get to her. Like she tells her Little Monsters, it’s what’s on the inside that counts. Don’t let bullies keep you from being the best King Joffrey looking little cutter with a raccoon henna tattoo you can be. Though, if you can contort your body enough and get the camera in just the right light and angle to make your ass look not so zaftig, you can still show the haters how wrong they are.
Photo Credit: Lady Gaga/Instagram
By Lex August 22, 2014 @ 11:21 AM
When in doubt, pull your pants down. I can’t think of an instance where it hurts. It often helps. If you happen to be a flailing pop star with scary doll face, just leave them off. Putt around Melbourne for a while and see if people don’t start declaring that Lady Gaga is back! It’ll be Australian accents, which nullifies the rest of the world from taking it seriously, but it’s still got to salve the open wound of a failing album and the onset of chub rub.
Photo Credit: FameFlynet, Splash
By Lex August 20, 2014 @ 8:57 AM
Make the ice bucket challenges fucking stop. Please. There’s a point at which Internet memes must be put down. It’s before TV news outlets and public relations reps for celebrities start jumping the bandwagon. I can’t believe a programmed cyborg hasn’t come back from the future yet to put down the guy who started this. The ice bucket challenge is now released into the general public consciousness like an aerosolized Axe Body Spray that can’t be put back in the bottle. It was neat, then it was funny, then it got old, now it’s Lady Gaga. This all happened in two weeks. It’s like America’s ebola. Quarantine, kill, bury, spray, move on.
Oh, but it’s raised $15 million. Fuck you. Write a check and stop putting yourself on camera. I challenge Stephen Hawking, Worf, son of Mogh, and the attractive one of the Cleveland kidnapping victims. Deploy!