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Im sorry Nicki Minaj, but wearing a coloured bra sticking out of a white singlet, with your tits pushed up to your chin, your shorts unbuttoned in the front, with your coloured Gstring pulled up high at the back ISN’T classy or sexy, it’s trashy.
Lady Gaga should make a Monster Perfume, or a Born This Way Perfume, or an Amen Fashion Perfume….or something =)
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A letter for a second mother…
Dear Lady Gaga,
I am not one of those fans who were bullied unceasingly like you and many of your other fans were. I was only bullied a little. I was brought up with hard skin (as most South Africans are) So I dealt with whatever shit people decided to throw at me. I think they all expected me to go crying to the teacher (as most Australians are taught to do in school). I was picked on for my accent, what I called things (eg. one of those games you played with a skipping rope; I had a different name for it and played it a bit differently), for eating food that others thought was weird, for thinking differently to everyone else and for just being different from other people. I used the word “different” many times in that last sentence and it took me a long time to realize that that “different” was actually “unique”.
After having migrated to Australia with my mom and dad, we had nothing. We had to start from scratch and redevelop ourselves. We had no family, no friends, nothing to relate to; So it always baffled me that the kids at school didn’t understand my situation and didn’t cut me any slack. Friends would have been good.
The bullying mostly stopped when I moved to a fancy school. There I was able to have a fresh start and be myself and I was accepted for who I was. However, eventually people started picking on me again, but for something entirely different. I went through a stage where I would like to wear short skirts and somehow, at my new school, that equaled “slut”. So I got called slut almost every day, whether it was said jokingly, sarcastically or seriously, not a day went by in that year where I wasn’t called a slut. I moved out of that group of friends THANK GOD, they were driving me crazy. I settled down with a new group of friends, a small group. I have been best friends with those girls ever since. I love them with all my heart. Skipping ahead to 2010: I was half way through my final year of school, working hard, and one day on the radio I heard that you’d be preforming in my city that April. While I was at school I called my mom and asked her to buy us the best seats she could get her hands on. And I’m so thankful that she actually did.
April 3rd 2010, The Monster Ball: I went to your concert and I remember you talking about how you wanted to create a space where everyone could just be themselves and feel free and that “you should live your life as if you are preforming in front of ten thousand people”. That really meant a lot to me because I was able to relate to it, what with my experience of being excluded and bullied and all, I was in the midst of working hard at school and it inspired me to work even harder so I could have a better shot at achieving my dreams. I had to fight back tears when you said this stuff. (You’d be happy to know that I got into the University course I wanted and I am now training to become a pilot. Perhaps I could fly you somewhere someday ;}. Also, I wear 5 inch heels with my pilots uniform everyday *except when I fly* I love shoes and would die for a pair like your’s).
Anyways, when I left your concert I felt as if I could have run onto the road and fist pump so hard my body would break. (I didn’t because there was some heavy traffic, but the intention was there haha). Overall the Monster Ball was the BEST night of my entire life hands down; as I am typing this now I feel my eyes all welling up in the memory of the happiness and freedom you gave to me and to all your other fans here in Adelaide that night. Thank you for helping me, even if in the smallest measurement; become more confident within myself and more accepting of who I really am. I think your beauty (inside and out) is a light kind of like the one on the end of your disco stick, you shine it on all your fans, who are like those glow in the dark stickers that maintain the light even when you’re not there. You inspire people, you work hard, and you change lives.
I love you *and your new album xD* with all my heart and I pray that, by some miracle, this message finds its way to you and that you are able to read it.
You make me feel brave and strong and beautiful, and I hope that I can make you proud one day by using what you have given me to live up to my potential and be the best person I can be.
Xxx <3 (‘’’)
Sherri, South Australia
ps. a thousand sorrys for any spelling/grammar errors I may have missed and sorry for this letter being a short essay <3 <3
I am my hair….
I just want to be free. I just want to be me; and I want lots of friends that invite me to their parties.
Don’t want to change and I don’t want to me ashamed. I’m the spirit of my hair, it’s all the GLORY THAT I BARE.
“I want your whisky mouth all over my blonde south”
— xx Your Heavy Metal Lover
