I love it when Gaga goes with what I call Restrained Retro. Her innately costumey aura means there’s always a dash of intrigue to it. For example, I don’t know where she was going here, but I can say with certainty that this woman wouldn’t have mistakenly put rat poison in her boss’s coffee because she thought it was Skinny & Sweet; she, pushed to the limit, would have put it in there knowing full well what it was, figured it was worth rolling the dice if it meant pickling his sexist innards and sparing that office his tyranny, and kept a plane ticket to Paris in her purse in case it became necessary. Side note: Can you tell I watched 9 to 5 this weekend?
