“I do not look like this when I wake up in the morning.”
No fucking kidding. That’s why the starlings that chirp you to wake each morning have all gone blind. Lady GaGa kicked her tirade up a few feminist notches by attacking the women’s magazine industry as a whole:
“It is fair to write about the change in your magazines. But what I want to see is the change on your covers. When the covers change, that’s when culture changes.”
Point well taken. When we flood the doctor’s office waiting rooms with realistic images of unattractive women, only then can other women feel better about themselves. Sort of the way men want LeBron to miss open jumpers so we can feel better about our own shitty basketball skills.
Once Lady GaGa appears as-is on the cover of Glamour, then young women can say to themselves, “Hell, I don’t need to starve myself to lose this gunt or wear tons of makeup to cover up a face resembling a Middle Earth gnome taking a painful dump. I’m beautiful the way God made me, just like Lady GaGa…oh, fuck, I’m going to die alone.”