Lady Gaga Reviews Moneyball

Gaga waxes poetic on pearls and baseball in the March issue of V Magazine: "I lay down on the airplane back from Japan, tossing around some dashi, fondling my pearls. I watched the movie Moneyball for the first time. I began to laugh and smile as [Brad] Pitt talked romantically about the game. I suddenly imagined that my pearls were teeny-tiny baseballs. When a player hits a home run, the baseball is flung into an abyss of enigma and screams so great. It travels so far that only rarely is one caught in the bleachers. Where do these balls go? Where do all these wins get encased? Are they in a heavenly baseball land floating around for players who pass to acknowledge? Or do they disappear?" [V Magazine via Deadspin]


  • Quite talented lady! Bravo, Gaga! I don't care for the
    green eyebrows, but the dark lips remind me of the
    trick gum--and Blackjack gun!-- which were advertised
    in 1960's comic books, and quite popular with young
    Gaga flavored gum--would be popular with boys as

    • j'accuse! says:

      Quiet you! Or we'll send you to work in the dilithium mines on the penal asteroid of Rura Penthe...for the rest of your natural life!

      • I thought you couldn't write "penal" in public. And
        doesn't Rura Penthe sound like some kind of uppity
        intergalactic dog food? For a shiny coat, and nice
        sharp vest.
        Lady Gaga--keeping the oddball original series STAR
        TREK (whacked-out) chick look alive. Just needs the
        ears and that Spock hand jive. For lunch we're serving
        the Vulcan patty/mind meld.
        (I liked that "Quiet you!"--real Peabody and Sherman