You know in those era of your parents or grandparents or Qing Shi Huang, they have their own favourited artiste/singers, like Theresa Teng, Prince, Micheal Jackson, Madonna, Fei Yu Qing or whatever and so on in the 90's or 50's or 800 BC?

Not that we dont enjoy their music as Gen X or Y.

I mean, this is still my favourite video of all time.






But,

I cant help but be drawn to this singer of my ultimatum.







From poker face to love game to paparazzi to bad romance to world tour to waving hi to Lois in Singapore to Grammys to Oprah.

O.M.G

Never have i been so Gagatrified before.

Combining 1 cup of talent, 3 tablespoons of fashion, and a pinch of quirkiness,

and you cook a sensation like never before in an amazing 15 months.

Imagine in the future when your children or nieces/newphews or great grandchildren will be switching on to MTV (presumably not dead still) and bam, they see a crazy chick with frogs on her body or wrapped in a bloody red face veil or spikes in the most unexpected places,

jaw dropped and with faces like a classic eminem (m&m)



Now,

that's the part where i tilt my rocking chair at age 82, put on my gaga sunglasses and draw a lightning bolt across my left cheek in shaky hands,

whack them with my walking cane,

and yell without my two sets of teeth,

"walk walk fashion baby!
Work it.
Move that bitch crazy!"


A revolutionary Gaga is certainly my kind of the 90's i'll look back on.

And no,

I aint bluffin with my muffin.