"A woman uses her intelligence to find reasons to support her intuition."
--G. K. Chesterton
"Fun is good."
-- Dr. Seuss
"I never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun."
-- Katharine Hepburn
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Lady Egad!!
Give me the allowance to indulge myself in a small rant. I have often verbally ranted and I have found it to be very therapeutic. I'm sure many of you girls know what I mean. Well, here it is!!
I very strongly with a passion, dislike, yes dislike for hate is too strong of a word, dislike Lady Gaga.
I now duck for a moment as some readers will most likely throw something at their computers. If everyone has calm down, I shall proceed.
When she debut on radio she was singing techno and has gone on to join the collective 80s throwback. Neither genres of music I particular clamor to listen to. But when she first appeared everyone fell head over heels infatuated with her. Which meant more songs for me to suffer through. Truth be told Lady Gaga is one of the man reasons I stopped listening to the radio altogether, but that is a story for another time.
The more songs I heard of hers the more I realized that I did not like her style of music. Just a personal touch. Than I saw her . . . a little part of my artistic soul was hung, drawn and quartered, twice, than buried in unconsecrated ground.
Do not get me wrong, I support people who express themselves through their manner of dress. I applaud the man who can pull off a kilt or waist coat. I cheer the woman who can carry a parasol down the street without a second thought.
At first I thought the outfits were for her music videos, but I was sadly mistaken. She wears the over the top and, quiet frankly, unflattering clothes all the time.
A moment of silence please for another part of my artistic soul that has been tortured to death.
**Moment of Silence**
Moving on.
Despite all this I was willing to just not really care about along with a bunch of other 'singers' out there. Not actively seeking out or outright ignoring them. Oddly enough when a song of hers came on and I did not know it was Lady Gaga I still did not like it (proof I have taste). It was not until I saw one of her music videos for one of her more recent songs (I now use that term loosely in regards to her) that took her to my 'strongly dislike' category.
I won't say which one, but I will say that the imagery was confusing and pornographic. Yes, I accuse Lady Gaga of making readily available porn. Defend yourself!!!!! In that same music video you can see her holding what looks like a rosary or something close enough to it, dressed similar to a nun of some sort, puts the pseudo-rosary in her mouth and makes mockery of the symbol of the cross. Yeah, be surprise that I still have a computer to update this blog on. It took all that I had not to burst out into tears because, to be perfectly honest, that music video felt like it was slapping me in the face, stabbing me in the gut, twisting my arm, mocking my faith, and all around doing everything it possibly could to make me hurt.
Now many of you may think that's over reacting to an artistic vision of a music video. Well, see it from my side for a moment: Imagine that something that is very essential to you and is part of who you are is taken to the public square and everyone in town throws knifes at it and insults it for everything it's worth reducing it down to rubble. After that everyone proceeds to stamp it into dust as they drunkenly dance on the remains, desecrating it and then throw all sorts of trash and muck on it. All for the sake of art.
That, my readers, is not art, it's bullying plain and simple.
I very strongly with a passion, dislike, yes dislike for hate is too strong of a word, dislike Lady Gaga.
I now duck for a moment as some readers will most likely throw something at their computers. If everyone has calm down, I shall proceed.
When she debut on radio she was singing techno and has gone on to join the collective 80s throwback. Neither genres of music I particular clamor to listen to. But when she first appeared everyone fell head over heels infatuated with her. Which meant more songs for me to suffer through. Truth be told Lady Gaga is one of the man reasons I stopped listening to the radio altogether, but that is a story for another time.
The more songs I heard of hers the more I realized that I did not like her style of music. Just a personal touch. Than I saw her . . . a little part of my artistic soul was hung, drawn and quartered, twice, than buried in unconsecrated ground.
Do not get me wrong, I support people who express themselves through their manner of dress. I applaud the man who can pull off a kilt or waist coat. I cheer the woman who can carry a parasol down the street without a second thought.
At first I thought the outfits were for her music videos, but I was sadly mistaken. She wears the over the top and, quiet frankly, unflattering clothes all the time.
A moment of silence please for another part of my artistic soul that has been tortured to death.
**Moment of Silence**
Moving on.
Despite all this I was willing to just not really care about along with a bunch of other 'singers' out there. Not actively seeking out or outright ignoring them. Oddly enough when a song of hers came on and I did not know it was Lady Gaga I still did not like it (proof I have taste). It was not until I saw one of her music videos for one of her more recent songs (I now use that term loosely in regards to her) that took her to my 'strongly dislike' category.
I won't say which one, but I will say that the imagery was confusing and pornographic. Yes, I accuse Lady Gaga of making readily available porn. Defend yourself!!!!! In that same music video you can see her holding what looks like a rosary or something close enough to it, dressed similar to a nun of some sort, puts the pseudo-rosary in her mouth and makes mockery of the symbol of the cross. Yeah, be surprise that I still have a computer to update this blog on. It took all that I had not to burst out into tears because, to be perfectly honest, that music video felt like it was slapping me in the face, stabbing me in the gut, twisting my arm, mocking my faith, and all around doing everything it possibly could to make me hurt.
Now many of you may think that's over reacting to an artistic vision of a music video. Well, see it from my side for a moment: Imagine that something that is very essential to you and is part of who you are is taken to the public square and everyone in town throws knifes at it and insults it for everything it's worth reducing it down to rubble. After that everyone proceeds to stamp it into dust as they drunkenly dance on the remains, desecrating it and then throw all sorts of trash and muck on it. All for the sake of art.
That, my readers, is not art, it's bullying plain and simple.
Monday, March 19, 2012
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