Lady GaGa and the fat debate
FOR some inexplicable reason, we’re all supposed to care how much Lady GaGa weighs. Lately, it seems she’s put a bit of weight on and it is remarkable anyone noticed at all because we’re all too busy gawping at her unusual stage outfits, face implants and wild wigs.
Of course, there’s those who will judge her solely on her music (with both sides of the fence equally irritating, with the pro-column unable to accept criticism and the con-column unable to allow themselves to like pop music), but thanks to GaGa’s brazen hustling schtick, it seems that people lose their minds and start thinking that it is perfectly fine to point at a woman and titter about how she’s a slightly different shape than she was a week ago.
And with that, the good Lady has taken to her blog to answer some critics, as well as sharing a number of photographs of her wearing nothing more than Cif lemon coloured undercrackers and bra.
“My boyfriend prefers me curvier. When I eat I am healthy and not so worried about my looks, I’m happy. Happier than I’ve ever been… “I am not going to go on a psycho-spree because of scrutiny. This is who I am. And I am proud at any size.”
She also invited fans to “be brave and celebrate with us your ‘perceived flaws,’ as society tells us,” by posting their own photos. “May we make our flaws famous, and thus redefine the heinous.” And why does she care so much? Well, there’s the small matter of having had “Bulimia and anorexia since I was 15” and that “weight/loss/gain since I was child has tormented me.”
“No amount of help has ever healed my pain about it,” she added.
She signed off with advice that people shouldn’t “look for kindness in critics, go where you know the gold is. Here, in our hearts.”
Next week: Women’s magazines run stories about Adele and how thin people are ghoulish.