Not like my take is a whole bundle of importance, but when I see something positive I do enjoy sharing that inspiration with other people.
[[[Desperate A.D.D. moment here: I'm waiting to be picked up for an 8am yoga wakeup call, and I just stepped outside to see if my ride was here, and even though it's a gray, slightly dismal morning, that first hit of morning air, when everything is still, and I wasn't rushing to my car, mmmm so refreshing. It was nice to stand outside for a moment and sun salute the sky with my GIANT ASS COFFEE MUG CLENCHED FIRMLY IN MY LITTLE FISTS OF MIGHT without rushing anywhere. Now back to the article.]]]]
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In a landfill of Targets, Wal-Marts, city blocks filled with the same ol', same ol', radio stations that pre-select our pop-standard, nine-to-fives, Monday-to-Fridays, it seems at a first glance that in a nearly-polygamous society, America seems to have a monogamous relationship with THE MAN, man.
Oh, I'm not about to get all hippied-out on you, although I might love the hand-stitched skirts and an excuse to go running naked through a field of sunflowers.
The rebellions that ensued during the 1960's and '70's represented a cultural shift away from surf music and minimarts, movie theaters and condoms, anything that was perceived as having been told from an unseen-higher-above source that wanted to control your mind and your wallet a la 1984.
Originally written in 1948, George Orwell's commentary on how technology and government could and should not overrule individual expression is not the first of it's kind, nor will it be the last. The questioning of WHO WE ARE and where we belong within our perceived "community" has rallied inside the hearts of mankind for centuries, from the American public to the Democratic Republic of the Congo. You don't have to be black or white, female or male, American or Hutu, to look around you and ponder, what if things didn't have to be the way they have to be?
Questions like these are dangerous. It is built within the human psyche to never leave a question unanswered, to fill the gap of air that follows a question mark with some hare-brained solution.
Questions like these, represent a beginning to an end, a birth of an idea, and Deanna getting too mushy-gooey-eyed at the dream of a revolution.
If truly change can occur within a moment, the bravest and most inspirational amongst us are the ones who call a social norm into question, and follow it through to an answer. That answer, I've found, can lead us to a truth, if embraced. If we do not believe in what we do, new ideas have the ability to crush the dreamer.
Enter in inspiration, artistic expression, sexy without the sex symbol, and what happens when latex meets sequin. Enter Lady Gaga.
Lady Gaga is an example of a new idea. I don't know her well enough to say that this is her true self and she's embracing it to a T, but what she represents rather is what is important.
Surrrreeeeeeeee, some may say she's an over-done, over-hyped, pop artist with a wig whose probably going to have a severe identity crisis when she gets older.
Some may call her an exhibitionist. Some may call her a whore. Some may say she is the demise of modern music as we know it. Some may call her another failed attempt by society to listen to proper music. And like I said, while it's not my cup of tea, who the hell says what is music first off, and who says music had to be PROPER.
What I love/like/appreciate (depending on my mood) about Lady GaGa is her innovativeness. Before there was the cash and prizes, there was....Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta. Cute name, huh? Lady Gaga's original alias.
Her wardrobe, her ideas, her obvious thought and meaning behind each twisted act that defies all I previously "knew" about fashion and theatrics, is enough to make me pause and reflect. To think, to make an audience of millions and millions of people worldwide to THINK...aye, there's the rub.
What I mean to say is behind the glitter-body-suit and retro shades, behind the corporate structures following her around hoping she'll do something coo-key again, is someone who had an idea, took a risk, and believed in herself. Who didn't change to fit a standard, but let herself explode all over Sunset and Vine.
Seriously, can we applaud ANYONE who can walk in dem shoes. Girrrrlllll where you put yer cell phone. I don't wanna know.
Like Lady Gaga, we have seen many pop artists through the centuries down a bondage-plastic garb and shock our rocks. In many ways. Whitney Houston, Marilyn Manson, Ozzy Osbourne, Bjork, Michael Jackson, Madonna. We've seen them come, we've seen them go. We've seen them through re-hab, financial hardship, weight gain and weight loss, death and reverence, hate and respect.
At some point these people, someone, had to step outta the box and take a risk.
Someone had to stop shopping at Target; someone, as Lady Gaga said, wanted "to change the world one sequin at a time."
Her influences include the likes of YOKO ONO (YES!), Robert Smith of The Cure,QUEEN (her name came from their song "Radio Gaga"), DONATELLA VERSACE, PEGGY BUNDY, and her own precocious nature. Who can cut to the contours of a woman's body better than Versace?
I believe in the weird. I believe in the strange, I believe in the brave person who can step out in a purple plastic leotard and still shake it like a soul guru. I believe in what Lady Gaga represents, inspiration and embracing the insane side of us that *YES* we all know we have.
In many ways these are reasons why Lady Gaga has grown to be such an important member of the LGBT-XYZ community (acronyms are hard for me to remember). Her ability to transform herself, expose herself bravely,....it's like Batman! yes, okay, Batman! I got this one.
Batman wears his mask to protect himself, and to wear the burdens of a society riddled with crime and punishment. Bruce isn't strong enough, as we witnessed in The Dark Night (thank you, Chris Nolan).
Lady Gaga, likewise, is like the absent sense of support for those grappling with identity, and beginning to question where they fit in the world. This can be a bright purple gay teenager, or whatever you wanna be...it's the idea that if the world's not big enough to fit YOU in all your GLORY, make up a new world.
Now I don't mean set a flame thrower to the place and start talking window dressings.
But I think you see where I'm going when I say that she gives those of us who can't wear an Eyes Wide Shut mask to work and pretend we're just like everyone else, a voice, a leg-up, if you will. You can see it in her act, you can hear it in her songs, and you certainly have heard of her style. Do you know who Lady Gaga is? Well, then I guess it's working.
To me, I applaud anything that took bravery, that is inspirational, that is new. There is no right or wrong when it comes to creating something new. When it comes to innovation. There is no right or wrong when it comes to Lady Gaga. When it comes to you.
Even if it takes a couple costume changes to figure out which one fits.
Peace and Love,
your friendly neighborhood Deanna.