Lady Gaga at the Grammys and Other Fascinating Topics

Here I am, trying to be culturally relevant by posting about Lady Gaga. Uh huh. I’ll tell you why: she arrived at the Grammys in an egg.

(Image from google images. Yes I blacked out the whole picture, because honestly, I’m not sure it’s worth looking at at all.)

Yes, that is her, inside a giant egg carried on a litter by slave-looking men in gold underpants. Hmmm. Does it ever strike you as odd that ultra-liberal “let’s repeal don’t ask don’t tell” Lady Gaga promotes slavery?

Or, more realistically, promotes having slave-looking men in gold underpants carry her around on a litter? Yeah. Something about this reminds me of the whole meat dress deal. Somehow, in my mind, ultra-liberal would be synonymous with animal-loving, at least animal-respecting, not raw-animal-wearing.

Just saying.

Today I wore my favorite silver dress which Mom made me when I graduated using fabric that was on clearance which she bought. But however on the other hand, my shoes cost me seven bucks at walmart, so all in all it was a pretty spendy outfit.

Also, unique, because one of my shoes had teeth marks in it. I think a dog got a hold of it. But I chose that outfit because I got up late and that was just what I threw on. It was right there, easy to grab, because I just wore the dress yesterday to sand my desk and have tea with my mother and sisters.

This is my plan. Next year at the Grammys, when Lady Gaga shows up in an egg carried by men in silver underpants, I’ll just casually walk up and show her my awesome silver dress. I am sure she’ll hire me to walk alongside her litter with my hand in the air, but the twist will be that I will be dressing modestly.

Shocking.

So shocking, in fact, that she will realize that the only thing left that she can do which will actually surprise people is to dress modestly herself.

Bwa ha ha ha, you’re no match for my evil schemes, Lady Gaga.

You know my shoes that the dog got a hold of? I bought them at walmart last summer. While I was walking to the check out counter I saw this girl named Darlani who I worked with at an after school program.

She also listens to Lady Gaga music.

Yep. If you wonder why I even care that some celebrity showed up at the Grammys in a giant egg, there is your answer. The girls in the world who are tweens and going through hard things and who I like to hang out with are listening to her music, and I want to know about the people they’re using as role models.

Just sayin’