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Monday, January 10, 2011

Meat Market

After watching a recent countdown of the number one selling female pop artists of the last decade, one reigned over all in the top ten, taking out the top three spots, assuming you know who I'm talking about, the bizarre Lady Gaga.
Perhaps I missed the memo, where meat dresses were now acceptable fashion etiquette to not only create, but wear to an awards show? When I think of her, I can only think of her as the meat dress, this is quite possibly the strangest thing I have ever seen. Constant tea cups and too much cleavage aside, Lady Gaga's albeit original outfit choice, was, in the best words I can think to describe it, fucking disgusting.
I'm not sure where the anti-fur ever-delightful red paint throwing protesters were on this ensemble. Perhaps next time don't even remove the fur, or the hooves for that matter, and wear just a decomposing cow. I am not a vegetarian, and it was not the dead animals that had me grossed out, it was more the idea that the food that I try my best to avoid touching under all possible circurmstances when in a raw state, was actually her outfit of choice.

Her songs have become massive hits, defining a new generation, and I'm disappointed to say the least. When I was young, the Spice Girls were the definition of 'awesome' and you had five alter-egos to choose from to dress up as, at the popular "Spice Girls" themed parties that tended to reign supreme as a party choice for young girls. Although Baby Spice was a popular choice, this merely consisted of pigtails and outrageous amounts of pink, perhaps young girls have been asking their mothers these days to purchase a month's worth of steak to then adorn on themselves as an imitation of their idol. Someone has got to do something about this!

Conclusion: Who would you rather invite to a dinner party? The entire cast of Jersey Shore including ten people of Snooki's choice, or Lady Gaga in whatever outfit she so desires?

I know my answer.

Big love,
Liv

Meat shoes?


A much easier outfit to re-invent

My definite preferred dinner guest

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