“This is the year I did what I wanted instead of trying to keep up with what I thought everyone else wanted from me. At the end of 2014, my stylist asked, ‘Do you even want to be a pop star anymore?’” she recounted. “I looked at him and I go, ‘You know, if I could just stop this train right now, today, I would. I just can’t. [But] I need to get off now because I’m going to die. I think for Adele it is (good enough just being an artist). I think for Bruno Mars it is. But that’s what I learned from working with Tony: If talent isn’t the thing, then you are way off-base.”
“My birthday is in March, so these are the last moments of my twenties,” she says. “I want to show women they don’t need to try to keep up with the 19-year-olds and the 21-year-olds in order to have a hit. Women in music, they feel like they need to fucking sell everything to be a star. It’s so sad. I want to explode as I go into my thirties.”
– Lady Gaga, on what she discovered about being a popstar (and a human being), post-ARTPOP.
For crying out loud, this from a grown woman who chose to call herself “Lady Gaga”, wore a dress made of meat, and “walked” the red carpet in an egg. I cannot take her seriously.