For a Lady Gaga zine. There was text to go with this but they didn’t want it, possibly because it was about how much I don’t like Lady Gaga. It was also about how good it feels to finally be old enough to not feel my personal cultural landscape is being encroached upon by whatever the bullshit new pop star is. I remember being a teen and wishing S Club 7 and Limp Bizkit would just get out of my life already. Now I’m old, that’s no longer a worry- this shit is just not on my radar.  It’s a liberating feeling.

Can you guess the satirical point being made by this picture? It’s this: Lady Gaga is an entirely unremarkable person who distracts us from that fact by wearing a lot of shit on her head.