the day that Mariah Carey, Madonna, Barbra Streisand, and Britney Spears battled for supremacy in gay hearts and minds.
That's right, today is the drop date for Mariah Carey's Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel, a collection of slow jams that includes her instant classic cover of "I Want to Know What Love Is;" Madonna's greatest hits double-disc collection Celebration, that features two new singles; and Barbra Streisand's Love is the Answer, a collection of cabaret standards. Not to be outdone by those older and wiser, Britney Spears tried to steal some of the spotlight by releasing the single "3" today. Smooth movie Britney. And it's pretty good, as far as catchy, crappy pop songs go.
So, who will be the big victor in the Diva Death Battle 2009? Lady Gaga of course! What? She doesn't even have an album out today! Precisely, but she is poised to be the gay icon of the youngest babygays that are just taking their first fledgling steps on the big pink road we call queendom. While there is definitely plenty of crossover between the Madonna/Mariah/Britney crowd, only confirmed bachelors of a certain age are going to be purchasing the new Streisand.
I confess that although my fervor for the Material Mama has greatly waned over the years (the last time I thrilled to Madonna was back in her Ray Of Light phase - truly light-years ago), I still follow her exploits on occasion, the way an ex-lover would wonder about a lost paramour from time to time. I was never into Mariah, although she became mildly interesting to me after she went loopy. Same thing with poor Brit: I only became attracted to her output after she had her famous head-shaving meltdown. Babs, on the other hand, belongs to another generation altogether. And, at the opposite end of the spectrum, so does Lady Gaga.
Maybe it's the old link between art and insanity that fascinates me, although in my opinion Her Madgesty has never truly been wacko. Her every move has been a calculated one, and I think I have far more respect for her business smarts than her music. By the same token, I should be interested in GaGa, as well. Her outlandish costumes, sense of theatrics, and uncanny ability to generate press remind me of early Madonna (navel-baring, anyone?)
They were also both Catholic schoolgirls and share a knack for self-promotion and a talent for courting publicity. So why am I disinterested in raging debates about who stole whose style and whether Lady GaGa is indeed this generation's gay icon?
Her Madjesty and her Heir Apparent at Marc Jacobs' fashion show.
Maybe I'm just too old for these things.
*Ginfamy: Gawkerian for "gay infamy."