Whenever Lady Gaga takes a “stand” it feels like a carefully constructed PR strategy and it doesn’t really make much sense when you analyze her actual words.
She used language so clearly, compellingly, and vividly that people forgot they were reading and jumped straight to indignation.ey’re pretty!
The joke is as benign as the periodic announcement I make that I am straight for Steve Buscemi. It does no violence to gay people that Jeffrey Eugenides made a clumsily delivered tongue and cheek aside that sort of implies we would be straight if the opposite sex was hotter.
They will hug me because they’re proud of me and I’m also proud of myself. The truth is, I don’t know what my graduation will be like, or how it will feel. I only know that this time, I will feel it- I will experience feelings about it, and I can’t wait for that.
I don’t care what you look like as long as you’ve got a nice voice. Every girl I’ve ever wanted to see a second time has had a nice voice. One once had a low thudding voice that came out of the side of her mouth; it sounded almost like a guy’s, but her face was like a doll’s.
I don’t understand the big deal in admitting that you’re a little groggy because you’re switching up your psych meds. I don’t understand the big deal in quoting something your therapist said — and citing her — if it’s relevant to the conversation.
The changes are so slight that a person in their middle age would call me vain and spoiled. I had a Kim Kardashian ass- I’m serious, just a smaller proportion – all leg, straight and thin, and then the shock of a round butt. Something’s changed.
I love Valentine’s Day because a day designated to recognize love is a nice thing for America to have, right? Thus, it is a day to remember how much you love other stuff too: I love being giddy on champagne with my friends and writing stories till my carpal tunnel explodes and getting black ink tattoos all over me.