Lady Gaga Bio Comic: Low On Gaga, Big On Bill


Bluewater Comics has made a name for itself in non-comics circles thanks to its line of biographical books featuring such luminaries as Sarah Palin, Rush Limbaugh, Nancy Pelosi and Stephenie Meyer. 

Last week, the publisher released the Fame: Lady Gaga bio comic, and with it, Bluewater did the impossible: It created a biography that barely features its subject.

In a nutshell: It's
terrible. A third of it is about  Gaga; the rest is about the protagonist dreaming about fucking Lady Gaga and/or being Lady Gaga.

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Bill relates to Lady Gaga so much that he doesn't just want to follow her, he wants to become her. Anyone else flashback to Buffalo Bill's skin suit from Silence of the Lambs?  

He obsesses to the point of becoming delusional
Bill is so infatuated with Lady Gaga that the site of his nagging-yet-loving wife transforms into the visage of Gaga during lunch. At least that's my reading of the scene. Of course, he might simply be eating some of McDonald's brand new Chicken McKetamine Sandwich.
He bursts out into song inappropriately
I'd chill out, cube neighbor. It could be a lot worse. He could be singing Ke$ha.
He loses his personal identity
Bill finally embraces his inner-Gaga by dressing up as her and staging an impromptu public concert with the Gaga in his head. He's finally found the release he's needed for his creativity spirit … which means co-opting the music, look and style of a pop star and discarding schmucky Bill. 
It's this final mindfuck that shows the writer never planned to write a tell-all. His intentions were deeper, revealing Gaga to be an infectious human meme that preys on the world's self-proclaimed outcasts as a way to add to her own media empire. She's like an alien Queen, spawning face huggers that impregnate “freaks” around the world in order to incubate her army of “fans” before they gut-bust out of their hapless hosts. Just read the comic's last page if you don't believe me.


 
Beware, world. If this book is to be believed, Lady Gaga is coming for us all, one fat-assed data entry dork at a time.