Get Lady Gaga out of my bathroom

Two walls covered in Lady Gaga

Don’t get me wrong. I like Lady Gaga’s music. 

I have her songs on my iPod and in my car. She reminds me of Madonna, and I have every one of Madonna’s albums.

It’s just that my 12 year old daughter has taken “like” to an insane “obsessed” level.

Discussions with her ultimately result in the quoting of a Lady Gaga fact regardless of relevance to the conversation. Lady Gaga propaganda is all over her room, but that part is OK with me.

Reminiscing back to my teenager years…

I admit I had my room painted purple in honor of Donny Osmond. That  also fit perfectly during my Prince phase. “Gonna party like it’s 19…99″ blasted out of my room daily, and I searched through “Teen Beat” magazine for the newest poster to adorn my every growing shrine.

Lady Gaga door

The difference? My love for Prince stayed within the confines of my own room.

I saw the signs of a possible Gaga takeover looming on the horizon. First the room door was covered, and then the constant blasting of music from the computer began. Sheet music for drum, violin, and piano were studied and practiced. Occasionally a picture appeared on the refrigerator, and I quickly removed it. Screen savers, french-fry inspired sunglasses, crazy hairdos…I feel dizzy…I am surrounded. 

Big sister influence 

Barbie shows off her new spare tire cover

My Dora-loving four-year-old has been transformed into a Lady-Gaga-crazy preschooler.
Note: Having much older siblings causes issues.
Even Barbie has joined the PR campaign by adding logos to her car.
My four year old can easily rattle off the names of at least 10 songs and identify them if you play “Name that Tune” with her. I’m so…proud?
Now instead of hearing her humming sweet princess songs while playing Barbies, I hear “Caught in a bad romance…” That might appropriately describe Barbie’s relationship with Ken, but it’s not something I want to hear the little one singing.

This leads me to…the bathroom

Lady Gaga grafetti

My bathroom has been graffitied with the bathtub crayons. The guilty party is standing in an empty tub with the deliberate intention of disrupting my feng shui. I’m not a handwriting identification expert, but I’m pretty sure I know who is responsible.

*Sigh*…She has tickets

She has tickets to see her in concert in…APRIL 2021, and each day she comes up with a new “how I’m going to meet her back stage” plan.
It’s going to be a long year.

Calgon take me away…right after I scrub off the graffiti.