Whatever Happened to my Revolution?
The rise and fall of the feminist rocker
By Devan Cook
Donning a purple wig, oversized sunglasses hiding her face and black boots laced up to her thighs, Lady Gaga leans back in a chair looking disinterested—until the interviewer asks her a question that suddenly makes her sit up. With a hint of condescension in her voice, she responds to his question of whether or not her overt sexuality distracts from her music:
“You see, if I was a guy, and I was sitting here with a cigarette in my hand, grabbing my crotch and talking about how I make music 'cause I love fast cars and fucking girls, you'd call me a rock star. But when I do it in my music and in my videos, because I'm a female, because I make pop music, you're judgmental, and you say that it is distracting. I'm just a rock star.”
