I wasn't very excited about going today; however, I thought it would only by fair since some of my articles criticized it. I always thought that if I criticize something, I should experience it. If I am proven right, I'll say so. If I am proven wrong, I'll admit it.
I envisioned a huge bus in a parking lot with people doing all types of drugs. My mind saw pictures of Lady Gaga all over the bus and surrounding areas with the letters "Queen of Pop." I pictured fans burning posters of Madonna, Adele, Britney Spears, Barbara Walters, Sharon Osbourne, Kelly Osbourne, and a lot of other stars who (some) of Mother Monster's fans are threatened by.
I pictured all types of misfits worshipping at some Lady Gaga alter with Terry Richardson manipulating them into saying how much Lady Gaga saved their lives, saved the world, is the ambassador for gay rights, etc. My mind can really be creative.
However, what I saw was much different than I expected. It wasn't so much about Lady Gaga as it was the fans. It also wasn't a "Therapy" party where rent-a-psychiatrists try to cure problems within five minutes. It was more of a tailgate party that celebrated uniqueness. It wasn't just a bus; it was a whole area with tents and other things. The bus was only part of it.