When Lady Gaga so much as flutters an eyelash she creates a tsunami of wild reactions and bizarre media analysis delivered with as much passion and as little logic as a declaration of war or a proposal of marriage.
The Royal Gag showed at the MTV VMAs and posed for the cover of Vogue Hommes Japan in her signature poker face–with a side of beef carpaccio. Somehow, she still rocked the look. The girl can sell anything; even beef. (I’ve had an inexplicable craving for beef negimaki, BBQ cow ribs, roasted beef bone marrow and Wagwu, sliced thin–paper thin.)
PETA, predictably, is outraged, skewering the star for her steak-raising ways: “Meat is something you want to avoid putting on or in your body,” blustered PETA. “No matter how beautifully it is presented, flesh from a tortured animal is flesh from a tortured animal.”
Expect a lot more talk about Gaga and food in the future: According to her former tour manager, David Ciemny (who just happens to be pushing an authorized tell-all biography by New York Post scribe Maureen Callahan, “Poker Face: The Rise and Rise of Lady Gaga”) she has been hospitalized for an eating disorder six times since 2009.
‘Cause nothing pushes rags like a woeful tale (true or not) about a high-flying, spangled, eccentric celebrity brought low by a secret addiction/mental disorder/character flaw.
TOPICS: Eat to the Beat, Kathleen Willcox