Last night I watched, Gaga: Five Foot Two, on Netflix. The trailer hooked me:
The bio doc follows Gaga around while she makes her record, Joanne, and concludes with her performance at this past year’s Super Bowl halftime show. And it’s very candid.
At just 31, she strikes me as someone who has seemed to live 12 lifetimes. She seems much older than most 31-year-olds I know, not because of her “look” so much, but just what she seems to endure on a daily basis both physically and emotionally. She seems to have been through a lot, or at least processes her own life that way, and she seems to deal with a lot of chronic and debilitating physical pain often, stemming from a injury where she broke her hip on tour.
In fact as I write this, she has been hospitalized for pain in Brazil, forcing her to cancel some tour dates.
Gaga has many adoring and dedicated fans (dubbed “little monsters”). She has more money I’m sure than I will ever see in my lifetime (and then some). She travels by private jet, has a team of hair and makeup artists, physical therapists, and a plethora of other staff I’m sure.
She also seems genuinely humble, well-spoken, smart, strong, and seems to really care about her fans, meaning she will leave an impressive legacy of music/art behind after all is said and done.
But I wouldn’t, for a second, trade my life for hers. In fact, I feel really bad for her, especially because she does seem like a nice person.
She seems constantly surrounded by people doting on her, so when left alone after hype in her life has died down (like promoting an album), my guess is she feels incredibly lonely. I think a lot of artists do.
Also, the constant rushing around from town to town, event to event would be so fucking draining! Private jet or not, the whole process of getting ready for events, talking to press, meeting fans, performing, acting (she was also in the middle of shooting American Horror Story) would take it’s toll.
Not to mention how much fame would fuck with your mind. I mean, how would you know who loves you at your core? How many people would walk away from her under any other circumstance because they were kind of over her drama (she does seem to have somewhat of a need to be “noticed”), but are hanging around because they get something out of being around her or are on her payroll?
Who would she be if suddenly everyone in the world’s memory was erased, as well as all her work being erased from the face of the planet? Would she still be OK with who she is without all the art she created and the accolades?
I think, in a way, its a question we can all ask ourselves when you come to think of it. Who are we without attention, recognition, accolades, promotions, etc. in our own lives?
I also do think, and I know I’m not a doctor, that much of her chronic pain could be exacerbated by her lifestyle. Not to say that pain would go away, but perhaps it could be more manageable?
My thoughts when I reached the end of the movie were, “man I really hope she can get some help with her life.” I like her music but damn…!” I really want to send her a tweet to say, “get some rest and take care of yourself!”
What are your thoughts on fame? Would it be worth it to you with shit-tons of money?