Does Lady Gaga hate me? I know I’m probably just being paranoid, but it’s like she combined two of my biggest reoccurring stress-dream symbols–Jeff Koons and raves– to make ArtPOP happen a couple blocks away from my house on a Sunday night? Pretty sketchy.
But then today she announces that on Thursday she’s going to turn the already panic-inducing Times Square, where I work, into an even more horrific hive-swarm for tourists, pimply pubscents and creepily middle-aged “monsters” when she cuts the ribbon on a new H&M? It’s like “All right, I get it.” Read More