Post by cjravenfan91 on Apr 24, 2010 10:52:41 GMT 8
Much of Lady Gaga’s music revolves around the idea of (flawed) human relationships. Herein we explore some of her ideas concerning male/female relations. Naturally, you take her advice at your own risk.
Can’t read my, can’t read my // No he can’t read my poker face // (She’s got to love nobody)
Explanation: On the battlefield of love, Stefani Germanotta, aka Lady Gaga, advises her listeners to conceal all of their intentions and emotions to potential admirers, as if playing a poker game.
Analysis: In a society that constantly encourages frank “sharing” of “feelings,” the Arcade is refreshed that Lady Gaga understands the way things really work. If you can believe our pick-up artist friends, “spitting game” requires a constant barrage of deception, intimidation and outright lies. We encourage you, as does Gaga, to do such things to people you care about, if you truly want them to love you back.
Just a second; it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play and I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh? // You shoulda made some plans with me; you knew that I was free // And now you won’t stop calling me // I’m kinda busy
Explanation: Germanotta advises us to spite lovers or potential love-interests who fail to call and make plans in a timely manner. The precise method involves taunting and teasing them by showing how much fun we are having at the club without them.
Analysis: The Arcade couldn’t agree more. If a potential paramour doesn’t call at least a week in advance to confirm our appointment (date), we punish them by drinking heavily and ignoring their phone calls. It is a fundamental law of attraction, you see, to want someone that treats you terribly. Gaga understands this better than any pop star, and her lyrics are anthems for empowered women who punish men by “just dancing.” It is evident, however, that “just dancing” implies going home with random strangers to sleep with them after a night of libertine excess as some poor sap sits on the end of his bed and texts to no avail.
I love this record, baby // But I can’t see straight anymore
Explanation: When out at the club, Gaga advises her fans on a common crisis. After a night of partying, some girls (or guys) may find they gave someone the wrong idea; dancing gets too close and before you know it, someone gets the wrong idea. The way to dismiss such unwanted suitors is to get completely obliterated and use your intoxication as an excuse to avoid sexual contact.
Analysis: This is bad advice.
Can’t read my, can’t read my // No he can’t read my poker face // (She’s got to love nobody)
Explanation: On the battlefield of love, Stefani Germanotta, aka Lady Gaga, advises her listeners to conceal all of their intentions and emotions to potential admirers, as if playing a poker game.
Analysis: In a society that constantly encourages frank “sharing” of “feelings,” the Arcade is refreshed that Lady Gaga understands the way things really work. If you can believe our pick-up artist friends, “spitting game” requires a constant barrage of deception, intimidation and outright lies. We encourage you, as does Gaga, to do such things to people you care about, if you truly want them to love you back.
Just a second; it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play and I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh? // You shoulda made some plans with me; you knew that I was free // And now you won’t stop calling me // I’m kinda busy
Explanation: Germanotta advises us to spite lovers or potential love-interests who fail to call and make plans in a timely manner. The precise method involves taunting and teasing them by showing how much fun we are having at the club without them.
Analysis: The Arcade couldn’t agree more. If a potential paramour doesn’t call at least a week in advance to confirm our appointment (date), we punish them by drinking heavily and ignoring their phone calls. It is a fundamental law of attraction, you see, to want someone that treats you terribly. Gaga understands this better than any pop star, and her lyrics are anthems for empowered women who punish men by “just dancing.” It is evident, however, that “just dancing” implies going home with random strangers to sleep with them after a night of libertine excess as some poor sap sits on the end of his bed and texts to no avail.
I love this record, baby // But I can’t see straight anymore
Explanation: When out at the club, Gaga advises her fans on a common crisis. After a night of partying, some girls (or guys) may find they gave someone the wrong idea; dancing gets too close and before you know it, someone gets the wrong idea. The way to dismiss such unwanted suitors is to get completely obliterated and use your intoxication as an excuse to avoid sexual contact.
Analysis: This is bad advice.