November 25, 2009 by myflyingmachine
When someone is successful so quickly, with brilliant ideas, and a commanding presence they garner all sorts of attention. Positive and negative. Lady Gaga is such a presence on the pop scene these days. Let’s see…she can dance, she can sing, she can write, and has considerable artistic control over her sound, image, and videos. I credit her with giving the face of pop music a lift. It’s refreshing to see commercial pop become a way of true artistic expression. Her image is powerful, and I actually find her incredibly liberating in terms of sexuality, not only becoming a new gay idol, but also warranting a sort of demanding sexual presence that isn’t strictly feminine or masculine. She isn’t Britney Spears- the commercial ideal of a pop idol (submissive naughty school girl anyone?). A friend of mine said maybe she’s the new Cher. And that’s a good comparison.
But people still feel the need to tear her down. They can’t seem to find any other way to do so other than attacking her physical appearance. Her contributions to the music world suddenly don’t matter if her nose is a bit bigger than the average one. Rumors that she’s a man, rumors that she is both a man and a lady. Come on. Listen to her. She’s brilliant, and people can only focus on the most superficial aspects of who she is or might be. No wonder women struggle so much with their image. You can discover a new planet, or write a brilliant book, or have the voice of an angel, but if you have a proud schnoz you can forget about it. We don’t say these things about exceptional male idols. Sure we find some of them dreamy, but when they aren’t it doesn’t matter. We talk about their songwriting skills, their musical abilities, their power over groupies. I mean, the male rock idols I adore aren’t male models, and Lennon had a pretty large nose himself. Bob Marley wasn’t George Clooney, and Paul Simon? Well, you get the point. When someone brings up a male music legend you don’t think of looks first. Ever. You think of sick guitar riffs, their inspiring political beliefs, their poetry. With powerful women it always seems to be looks first. I mean, poor Janice Joplin was voted ugliest man at her school.
I have more to say on the subject, but the post has gotten a bit long winded. The ideas are nothing knew, but once I get pissed, I have to rant.