Edited by Lester Brathwaite on
Well, it had to happen sometime. The Lady known as Gaga thinks her fans might try to kill her.
Over fear of being gunned down a la John Lennon (the 30th anniversary of his death is in a few months), Gags has apparently increased the security around her New York apartment and has a bodyguard watch over her as she sleeps.
Poor Stef. All she ever wanted to do was love and be loved in return. Now that her devoted monsters are getting a little too impassioned (read: crazy), are the walls of the gothic mansion she’s built named Fame beginning to close in on her?
I’m sure the Gaga’s not going goo-goo, that there is an actual threat. Fame has permeated our culture to such an extent that the very nature of celebrity is something of a trap; a virtual prison cell. And in Lindsay Lohan‘s case, an actual prison cell.
Perhaps a break is necessary, a break from the public eye, a break from the grind of vejazzled bodysuits. But with a new album on its way and the monters yapping at her heel-less trannybooted-feet, there’s money to be made and expectations to be met.
Stef Germanotta’s rise to icon status has been nothing short of meteoric. But what good is fame and fortune and the like if you can’t enjoy it?