In the upcoming issue of Vanity Fair, Lady Gaga reveals her curious fears about the power of her pussy:
“Lady Gaga tells Vanity Fair contributing editor Lisa Robinson that she tries to avoid having sex because she is afraid of depleting her creative energy—’I have this weird thing that if I sleep with someone they’re going to take my creativity from me through my vagina.'”
It’s an interesting thought, your creativity — or anything intangible, really — leaking it’s way out of your body through your vagina. But my question is, what happens when other, more necessary items find their way into her honey pot? When she takes out a tampon, does she then flush her creativity down the toilet? Suppose she had to use a suppository for a yeast infection? Does she drown her creativity in white goo?
I mean, I think it’s safe to say that we’ve all had fantasies about how powerful our vaginas may or may not be. There have even been movies made about it. But whether someone could fuck the creativity out of you — whether your vagina holds some sort of plug for your imagination — well, I’d say that’s something that science hasn’t quite figured out yet. In the meantime, I think we’ve all learned a valuable lesson: Lady Gaga is one paranoid motherf&#er.