It is hard to feel too much sympahy for Lady Gaga. If anybody knew what she was getting herself into Gaga did, that isn’t the subtext, it is the text of her career.
And up to her meltdown in February she was doing a real good balancing image eccentricities and fame monster arrogance.
But so far this summer she has melted down, most recently stripping down to her bra and panties and swearing and giving the finger to the Mets fans (who deserve it, of course) and the photographers who hastled her nonstop.
After six month of the intense flame of fame while touring non stop and up to your neck in controversy, something appears to be giving.
Once Lady Gaga plays MSG (I mean it: she has cancelled three times I’ve meant to see her) , Gaga needs to take a break. She has to get her brain on straight. The bright side of living life like a LAs Vegas neon light is that when you turn it off it remains turned off: it is possible that, dressed in jeans and a tee, Gaga can becme Stefani again for awhile.
And she absolutely needs to.
A big time career isn’t a marathon, it is a long distance run and Gaga isn’t pacing herself. And the more you are seen at Gaga’s level of celebrityhood, the more people watch.
Beyond a fishbowl, Gaga is the world right now and she needs to stop it and get off for awhile.