I couldn’t feasibly be any less interested in Lady Gaga‘s Vogue cover. Frankly, I’m shocked that Anna Wintour would even go for it, considering that Gaga is so appallingly uninteresting at this point to everybody except her harem of zealots. I would rather see literally anybody, even Lea Michele, on the September issue. Okay, so maybe not Lea Michele, but why not throw Yo-Landi Vi$$er up there if you’re trying to get weird while remaining reasonably attractive and blonde? Have you never heard music before, that you think Lady Gaga is the poster child for, like, counter-culture and originality? Come at me, little monsters. I get that the message she tries to spread is “love and acceptance,” and hear me out: I am not opposed to love and acceptance, but I am strongly, fundamentally opposed to try-hards. Also, people who refer to themselves in the third person. Hate.
You know what would be really different for Vogue? Putting an actual model on the cover or, you know, a woman who can make herself compelling without wearing 10 Halloween costumes put together while declaring herself “a walking piece of art.” Yes, I resent the hell out of Lady Gaga. Whatever. [NY Mag.com]