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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
This is a
test.
What
color are her eyes? What eyes?
Did anybody see a ship? Thought not.
Did anybody see a ship? Thought not.
WELL, THE SONG'S NOT BAD, BUT WHY ARE HER PANTIES SO WRINKLED? Women still think they can rule us with sex. What dopes. Nobody's interested anymore. Despite this. Cher is so over. Even if she's still somehow more desirable than Lady Gaga. (Maybe it's the less pixilation...) About which Camille Paglia has the lowdown, as always.
Furthermore, despite showing acres of
pallid flesh in the fetish-bondage garb of urban prostitution, Gaga
isn’t sexy at all – she’s like a gangly marionette or plasticised
android. How could a figure so calculated and artificial, so clinical
and strangely antiseptic, so stripped of genuine eroticism have become
the icon of her generation? Can it be that Gaga represents the
exhausted end of the sexual revolution?
It's a shame, really. Girls have finally discovered their own predatory version of sexuality, and men are too busy shopping at Bath & Bodyworks and gazing into the mirror to notice. Isn't it ironic?
Well, maybe not. People are strange.
Or, at least, stranger than they used to be. We're past all that sex stuff.
Sailors? What sailors?
Never mind. But doesn't Lady Gaga sound exactly like Madonna, only with smaller tits?
