I'm lifting some of Camille Paglia's commentary about Lady Gaga because it pretty much illustrates what I've been thinking about her so far. The nation's love affair with her is as confusing to me as the same adoration for those Jersey Shore idiots. Have we really all gotten THAT stupid?
..."She constantly touts her symbiotic bond with her fans, the “little monsters”, who she inspires to “love themselves” as if they are damaged goods in need of her therapeutic repair. “You’re a superstar, no matter who you are!” She earnestly tells them from the stage, while their cash ends up in her pockets. She told a magazine with messianic fervor: “I love my fans more than any artist who has ever lived.” She claims to have changed the lives of the disabled, thrilled by her jeweled parody crutches in the Paparazzi video.
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 plasticized 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? In Gaga’s manic miming of persona after persona, over-conceptualized and claustrophobic, we may have reached the limit of an era."