Back before she snagged herself an English country house, some chickens and a gaggle of kids, Madonna seemed to be an ever-evolving creation, a woman constantly, boldly, trying on personalities and styles and partners to work out what fits.
Gaga, on the other hand, becomes more and more contrived and cartoonish with every passing week…
When it comes to Gaga, I wonder, where does it stop? How does she stop?
For me, what makes the Gaga saga compelling and gripping in a way Madonna’s story never was, is the notion that Gaga might one day scrub off the make-up, get down off her platforms, and reveal to the world who Stefani is.