Introducing Missy Maw Maw

Hey, guess what? I don’t like Lady Gaga. Well, that’s not entirely correct: it’s not that I don’t like her, it’s that I don’t think she is deserving of the attention she is getting/amount of music she is selling.

I don’t know her personally; maybe she is a nice girl. And given the fact that many of my friends are dark-haired girls who went to NYU, there’s a chance I would get along with her just fine.

I don’t know the (ahem) breadth of her music, either. I only know the ridiculous dance songs she’s made that stores and radio stations seem to play nonstop.

The little I do know, though, I don’t like. Maybe it’s because I’ve been on this planet long enough to not be sold this old bill of goods. In my lifetime, I’ve already seen enough fame-driven < ahref=twitter.com/parishilton>humans profess to be artists and try to shock people into buying their shitty “art.” This is what this Lady is doing, thus rendering her shocking tactics as anything BUT shocking in my book.

It’s not even the fame-driven part that bugs me – to each their own – it’s the posing as goddam ARTISTS that drives me nuts.

Crazy clothing and hats?!?!?!?! Sexual rumors?!?! Uh….even crazier hats?!?!?! I’m shocked! OK not really.

The only thing shocking about this Lady is that anyone is actually buying this old hat of a routine.

Aside from disliking the stupid “shocking” routine, I also dislike the stupid music. It is awful from all sides. The music, the lyrics, the over-production – it’s just awful. It’s the same pop crap with more effects. And embarrassingly juvenile lyrics.

So…it’s not that I don’t like Stefani Germanotta, it’s that I don’t like the contrived marketing ploy that is Lady Gaga. More than anything, it’s the stupidity that she puts out there in the name of art.

Hence, Missy Maw Maw. Enjoy.