Yesterday I came to a startling realization: Lady Gaga was not always an alien princess, nor a futuristic queen, nor that enchanting product that just might materialize if you mixed some Lisa Frank trapper keepers with a pair of Alexander McQueen platforms in a giant vat of glitter. Once, she was a mere mortal– an everyday brunette. With acrylic nails. Who just so happened to stumble onto the set of MTV’s Boiling Points circa 2005.
No wacko clothes. No husky philosophical banter. Gag me, Gaga.