I think I need to light up a joint just to make myself forget about how much Lady Gaga likes lighting up joints. Seriously. I don’t know if she’s just being honest or trying too hard to generate some sort of reaction for the sake of promoting her album. Either way, you all must know that nobody smokes as much weed as Gaga smokes. No one, I say! After her hip surgery earlier this year, she basically turned into one giant, talking and singing marijuana cigarette:
“It was a habit that eventually occurred when the pain got so bad with the hip,” she said. “I was just numbing, numbing, numbing myself and then sleeping it off and then getting onstage, killing it in pain, then getting off and smoking, smoking, smoking, not knowing what the pain was.”
Apparently the “addiction” became so bad, her friend had to intervene upon Gaga and make her watch a marathon of after-school specials to get her to quit cold turkey. Now she “only smokes a little at night.” But “not to cope”–it’s just for her art.
Here’s what I can’t stand: when anyone, famous or non-famous, political or non-political, makes weed a huge thing. Yes, it’s a drug. Yes, I know it’s illegal in many places. But its medicinal purposes are arguably far more important of a topic than the “OMG I’M ADDICTED TO WEED” purpose it serves for teenagers looking for excuses and zany pop stars who want to sound edgy. I’m glad Gaga realized that smoking 15 joints per day wasn’t great for her life, because “everything in moderation” and all that jazz. I agree with that. But pretending that smoking marijuana to help relieve physical pain is akin to the life-ruining damage of much harder narcotics and alcohol is absolutely ridiculous, and if I may be so bold, kind of dangerous. Especially for such a public persona with an enormous, young fan base. This is not the way to revive interest in you or your career.
Gaga, only you are in control of your life and your body. And only you can prevent forest fires…because damn that’s a lot of smoking.