When it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun

It's really difficult for me to communicate effectively just how much I love Lady Gaga. My love is true and real and undying (for now).

The only thing I can liken this feeling to is when I see those pictures of cute puppies or kittens and I just want to squeeeeze them and squeeeeeze them because I love them SO MUCH. That's me and Gaga right there. Everything about her - the clothes, the interviews, the music, the body. Rarely does one see such a perfectly put-together pop package. Every fiber in my soul vibrates with happy that she exists.

Part of this is that I have this deep love affair I have with witnessing someone working out all the elements and putting them all together in a way that actually works. So many times in life you come across someone or something where everything you could want is there but just not utilized effectively enough, or has one small ingredient missing that causes it too just miss the ark and become merely ordinary when it could be extraordinary. Last year the bro and I would every so often stumble across a bar (headphones rock bar in Barcelona), a hostel (The Loft in Budapest), or a restaurant (God bless you outskirts of Prague where everything was a gazillion times cheaper and cooler) where someone had totally tapped into the zeitgeist of particular European cities and clearly really understood their audience whether by design or happenstance (a result of which was us having about fifty billion brilliant business ideas of which I can remember precisely one - opening a diner like Luke's because the world needs somewhere you can get coffee and pancakes from 6am to 11pm that isn't affiliated with MacDonalds like, yesterday) and I loved that. I loved that there were these little corners where something approaching perfection existed and I get that same feeling whenever Lady Gaga comes into my life. She totally gets it. She understands the importance of being silly. That frivolity is not triviality. That high art and low art are as vital as one another.

I think I felt this way about Britney a million years ago. Man I was in love with her. She had kind of a weird face, a very aesthetically pleasing and beautifully proportioned body, and made pop music that actually made my heart beat faster (check, check, check on the Gaga list) but Britney always gave the impression of one being controlled by outside elements whereas Gaga appears to be a creation of her own fair hand.

Whatever your own feelings might be about her nothing will dissuade me that she is as close as pop gets to transcending every boundary we have in place that keeps the men from the women, the talented from the fame hungry, the intelligentsia from the philistines.

Plus, you know, she can really wail. Whilst wearing elephants on her head no less.