Lady Gaga wears a meat dress — need we say more?
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Lady Gaga wore a meat dress at the MTV Video Music Awards on Sunday. When she collected her video of the year award, she asked Cher to hold her meat purse. Ellen DeGeneres offered the pop star a veggie bikini during a chat afterward. And on Monday, PETA announced it was grossed out — something about the likelihood of maggots in the dress.
So what did we learn Sunday from the woman who won video of the year?
During Gaga’s interview with DeGeneres, it was revealed that members of the military had walked the white carpet with the singer to bring attention to the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy on homosexuality. You had to go beyond that interview, however, to learn that the folks accompanying Gaga had actually been discharged because of military policy. Hey, she’s a pop star, not a communicator. At least she wasn’t out on the carpet throwing water balloons.
She told the vegan DeGeneres: ‘I, as you know, am the most judgment-free human being on the Earth.’ In case any of us were wondering. Perhaps in case anyone thought judgment had been used in selecting the ensemble.
But what did the meat mean? Unlike Gaga’s meat bikini on the cover of Men’s Vogue Japan, which she said meant, cleverly, ‘I’m not a piece of meat,’ the VMA meat dress carried the message, ‘if ...
... we don’t stand up for what we believe in, if we don’t fight for our rights, pretty soon we’re going to have as much rights as the meat on our bones.’ Click on the video embedded below to see if Ellen’s expression matches your own reaction to that dollop of wisdom. Meanwhile, the Ministry will be off exercising its right to select a marinade.
Camille Paglia weighed in on Generation Gaga over the weekend, shockingly taking down the pop star as, essentially, flash with no pan.
[T]he young Madonna was on fire. She was indeed the imperious Marlene Dietrich’s true heir. For Gaga, sex is mainly decor and surface; she’s like a laminated piece of ersatz rococo furniture. Alarmingly, Generation Gaga can’t tell the difference. Is it the death of sex?
Why, heavens, Camille, Gaga is probably savvy to turn down the fire — or the VMA crowd would’ve been lining up for barbecue.
-- Christie D’Zurilla