There are plenty of you out there: you listen to her songs, you know the lyrics, and you dress like her to go to her concerts. And you hate everything she stands for.
How do I know that you hate everything she stands for? Let me explain.
I see you at the dance clubs. I know you are a Lady Gaga fan because you dress in her sunglasses, or her outfits, or even her make-up because you think it’s trendy and cool. You’ll go all out when you go to her concert, and dress up in a crazy outfit inspired by her lyrics, or maybe you’ll even try to dress exactly like her. You can mouth all of the lyrics of all of her songs, and you can dance and you pose while you lip-sync to “Born This Way”.
But then I see you standing at a bar, and you talk about people. You’ll spend hours eyeing the people around you. “Oh my god, can you believe he’s wearing that?” “Wow, she needs to lose a few pounds to pull off those jeans.” “Did you see the way his eyes look? So creepy!” You will mock people and you will insult people based on the way they choose to dress or the way they look.
That is how I know you hate Lady Gaga. Because if you had even an ounce of respect for the message that she is trying to put out into the world, you would actually listen to the lyrics of her songs, instead of simply being able to recite them. You would listen to her when she has said, “You have to be unique, and different, and shine in your own way.” You would listen to her when she has said, “Don’t you ever let a soul in the world tell you that you can’t be exactly who you are.”
And I have to say, it’s an insult to Lady Gaga and everything she represents to stand around and mock people for not dressing in a way that you think is cool.
Being a fan of Lady Gaga isn’t embodied by dressing like her; it’s embodied by dressing like yourself… and accepting other people who do.
The great irony of me writing this article is that I’m not a fan of Lady Gaga’s music: not in the least. I don’t think she’s a bad person or a bad musician, it’s just not my style. I don’t care for it.
But when I’m out at a dance club and all the screaming fans go out onto the dance floor when a Lady Gaga song comes on, I can’t help but be really struck by the irony of the people who claim to be her biggest fans, and the way they often treat other people.
Maybe I can only see it because I’m not a fan, so when her songs come on I have nothing better to do with my time than be analytical about the lyrics.
But I do know this: Lady Gaga would be ashamed of you. Think of that, the next time you see an old balding man with a pony tail, or a man wearing an overly-colorful suit, or whatever else you might be inclined to turn your nose up and make fun of.
He is being himself. He’s following the “Lady Gaga” message. And you, the dressed-up fanboy who is judging him, are the one who is not following the “Lady Gaga” message.
If you’re going to call yourself a “Lady Gaga Fan”, I won’t fault you for that: but don’t be a hypocrite.