Yesterday, Lady Gaga made an appearance at the One America Appeal concert benefit for victims of recent hurricanes in Texas, Florida, Puerto Rico, and the US Virgin Islands. Above is the official portrait, with her fans. The image has gone viral.
It’s not nice to poke fun at enterprising mom-and-pop wax museums who are up against multinational corporations like Madame Tussauds™ Attractions, so I tried to avoid this for Saturday Night Social. But between this and the coronation of the horse chestnut as the United Kingdom’s new favorite tree (thread: is it fit…
There are artists and there are pop stars and rarely the twain shall meet. In a review of the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s recent Comme des Garçons exhibit, artist/writer David Salle wrote a sentence that succinctly exposed just how different these professional species are: “The modern artist says, Love me for hating…
On Thursday, Lady Gaga canceled her performance at Brazilian music festival Rock in Rio, citing debilitating pain. On Monday, she announced that she’d be unable to continue on the European leg of her World Tour because of “physical and mental health struggles.”
Lady Gaga announced on Twitter and Instagram on Thursday that she would be unable to perform at the Brazilian music festival Rock in Rio due to health concerns, adding later that she’d been hospitalized for “severe pain.”
Every new bit of information that’s released about Gaga: Five Foot Two inexplicably makes me more excited to see it—strange, for a movie about a pop star that I do not care that much about.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! Did that annoy you? If so, you are like at least one of Lady Gaga’s alleged neighbors who is complaining about the pop star’s pet rooster in a fun, dumb, and short Life & Style item titled, “Lady Gaga’s Neighbors Have a Million Reasons to Complain About Her Farm Animals! (EXCLUSIVE).”
I’ve never clamored for a Lady Gaga tour documentary, but after seeing these brief clips of the one that is on its way, my body is now completely ready.
Much like the iconic Taxi Driver scene during which Robert DeNiro’s Travis Bickle confronts the reflected image of himself with a gun in his bedroom mirror, the first meeting between Chris Hemsworth and Chris Pratt on the a Marvel movie set was a tense, intimidating affair.
From the hollow pageant of relationships that is the Bachelor, we find answers to questions we’ve been asking about bachelorette parties. Who are they for? Where do these rituals of penis straws come from and what purpose do they fulfill in officiating womanhood? Does anybody really enjoy them?
Though several photographs of an inflatable slide outside her Rhode Island home this weekend suggested Taylor Swift’s annual 4th of July extravaganza would be business as usual this year, the party was considerably more low-key than normal. Gigi wasn’t there, Karlie wasn’t there, her new boyfriend Joe wasn’t there,…
There is no denying it: something is very off about former hedge-fund manager Martin Shkreli, and his lawyer is here to convince you it’s not an monstrous scheme to make vital meds prohibitively expensive, or allegedly defrauding investors, or being a huge jerk whenever humanly possible.
Lady Gaga will make the best use of her time at Coachella by shooting scenes there this week for the remake of A Star Is Born with Bradley Cooper.
As usual, we FOIAed the Federal Communications Commission for viewer complaints about the Super Bowl, specifically Lady Gaga’s halftime show. Good news! Only two people were offended enough to write in. Bad news—Here’s one of them:
The trailer for the ninth season of RuPaul’s Drag Race (bowing March 24 on VH1) just dropped and it promises the fashion, drama, and shade we’ve come to expect from the beloved show (literally, the trailer features title cards advertising those three qualities).
Since Beyoncé will be sitting Coachella out this year, hopefully resting her pregnant-with-twins self somewhere comfortable and cool with lots of ice water, someone has to take her place—and who better to do so than Lady Gaga?
Yeah yeah, you knew all along. Whatever, I’ll self-own with this post, I’ve already taken nothing but Ls over the last year.
My timeline kept tweeting about P!nk as Lady Gaga commenced the airborne, acrobatic beginning of her Super Bowl Halftime performance, but I was imagining something else, perhaps a bit darker: the flight of Spider-Man on Broadway, notoriously ill-fated but uniquely imagined by director Julie Taymor.
Lady Gaga did not deliver the middle finger to Trump that was semi-expected at her Super Bowl halftime performance, but she did sing gay rights anthem “Born This Way” in front of a country whose rights seem to be receding by the moment. She also sung it in front of Vice President Mike Pence, who was there.
For most people, Super Bowl Sunday is a time to gather around the television with friends and family to experience the joy of a shared viewing experience, regardless of one’s interest in sports. For the more deranged minds among us, it’s a time to get competitive and do your best to one-up everyone else at your…