Dear Lady GaGa,
I absolutely adore you. As in konti na lang ilalagay na kita sa altar, aalayan ng bulaklak at sasambahin na kita.
Pero parang... uh... lately, I'm just not feeling it.
I mean, like, WTH???
Seriously? I mean, like SERIOUSLY??? an egg/womb???
My dear demi-goddess, your rise to fame, I feel, was too fast too soon and your biggest competition is yourself. The pressure to outdo yourself EVERY SINGLE appearance has kind of put you on a trajectory that's on a whole new different plane altogether!
I kinda missed the good old days when you were weird but you still wore CLOTHES:
The pressure to innovate was apparent with your follow ups:
LACE? fine, still TEXTILE, technically
BUBBLES???? OK, but it was FUNNY! So, like it's cool and ok...
OK... looks like you came from a Victorian Halloween Party
Or a reunion of Star Wars, X-men, and the The Chronicles of Narnia combined
BUT THIS I JUST DON'T GET!!!
I miss the days when you were in a kiddie pool dry-humping an inflatable dolphin
And you're music was fun, dance-able, with a slight taste of vodka and ecstacy.
And not an orchestra of synths trying to be... I dunno, meaningful, preachy and something else:
Please go back to Earth GaGa, I miss you