I have already read more bad egg puns this morning than any one individual should endure, but nothing where the Lady herself elucidates the meaning behind her eggy entrance at last night’s Grammy Awards. Was it a feminist statement about female reproductive powers? A reclamation of “chicken head?” A nod to how fragile each of us really is, and how deserving of the kind of reverence, care, and protection her gold-clad subjects provided her?
Only Gaga knows. In the meantime, I want to be at her team’s next brainstorming meeting.