I am still recovering from Lady Gaga's KILLER Superbowl Halftime performance. She OWNED the stage: dancing, jumping, flying, shining and dazzling all of us.
My love for Lady Gaga began in high school when her, "Just Dance" anthem inspired me to participate in a school trip dance-off and WIN. At the time, I had acne, frizzy hair, love handles and low self-esteem. When Gaga told me to "just dance, gonna be okay," it was like someone was finally telling me I was going to survive the bleak days of being a teenager. As you guessed from my physical description above, I wasn't popular at all. Not one guy thought I was attractive (which was all that mattered at the time) and I attended all my monumental high school dances with my girlfriends. However, my group of outcast friends were somehow, wild, loud, rowdy and above all, weird. When Gaga came onto the scene, she spoke to us all.
I loved everything about Gaga. I loved her wigs, makeup, leotards, confidence, songs and dances. I adored how she boldly put herself out there, haters be damned. She was fearless and different. Before her, everyone was just... blah. The world has enough Britney Spears to last a lifetime, what I needed was someone to encourage me to raise my freak flag high. Gaga was my leader.
My obsession with Gaga took me to her Monster Ball Tour with my two best friends. That concert was life-changing. I am NOT exaggerating. Of course, she made the crowd wild with her songs, dances and costumes. But the best part, was when she spoke to us after each song. Gaga told us that tonight, she locked the doors and the "freaks" were on the outside. She told us to be different. She told us to be ourselves, no matter what society says.
Gaga is still telling us that, almost ten years later. So much hasn't changed. Being different isn't celebrated, especially now during the Trump administration. When I watched Gaga perform during the Superbowl, I was reminded how confident, gutsy, beautiful and powerful she is. I was reminded how unique her music is and what it means to be a monster. My paws are up, forever!
This is the real me: what I love, what makes me happy and what makes me buzz.