What’s up?

I’m just sitting here, being 50% bored and 50% annoyed with Lady Gaga.

I was down at first.  Poker Face, Bad Romance, Telephone…love it.  Super fun.

But, sigh…really?  Why does all my blond haired avant guarde pop music have to come with a side of Catholic hate?

I get it.  You went to Catholic school and it stifled your apparent need to dress like meth addict.  ME TOO.

But, if you are going to preach and demand tolerance, you need to be tolerant.  Like…of all things.  That’s how that word works.  Races, sexual orientation, religion. All those things.

I usually judge how offensive things are by how hard I laugh at them.

I’m not laughing, and mostly just eye rolling.

Let’s poke some new bears.  Taunt some fresh social norms.

Because as it stands right now, the only thing I want to do when I hear your music is give you a bath, feed you cake, put you in a warm pair of sweats, and let you talk to me about your childhood.

I’ll totally pretend to be listening, but really, I’ll be drawing pictures of naked people holding cats.

 

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