Lady Gaga explains why she and Taylor Kinney broke up
The perfect is the enemy of the good, and artistic ambition is the enemy of the stable relationship. Friedrich Nietzsche died mad and alone hugging a horse, lamenting his lifelong love for a woman who married another man. Of course, not that the Nietzsch and Ms. Gaga are similar in their ambitions, but the more focused and crystallized a person's thinking and direction becomes, the less able they are to relate to others and maintain romantic relationships.
Lady Gaga had dated Taylor Kinney, the 36 year old star of Chicago Fire, for five years. Their relationship crumbled last year, but in light of a Netflix documentary about the life and times of Lady Gaga, the superstar singer has come forward and explained why such a promising romance was dissolved in the cold fires of circumstance and time.
"My love life has just imploded," she told People Magazine. "I sold 10 million (records) and lost Matt. I sold 30 million and lost Luke. I did a movie and lose Taylor. It's like a turnover. This is the third time I've had my heart broken like this."
The more successful she gets, the more her relationships degrade. It seems Gaga is destined to be alone at the top. She's no Taylor Swift, but her song Million Reasons was written out of the heartbreak she experienced in her relationship with Kinney.
And yet, she doesn't sound like she's over Taylor Kinney at all.
"Taylor and I have always believed we are soulmates. Just like all couples we have ups and downs, and we have been taking a break.
"We are both ambitious artists, hoping to work through long-distance and complicated schedules to continue the simple love we have always shared. Please root us on. We're just like everybody else and we really love each other."
But it doesn't seem so simple. This year, Gaga began dating her agent, Christian Carino. He also represents Justin Bieber, so he's a major player in music talent - and he's much older than Gaga. He's 48 years old, and Gaga claims they're in love.
"When I went backstage, Christian was by the stairs making sure I was OK. The best part about being in love with someone is having them there to catch you if you fall."
So what's going on here? Well, nobody knows, probably not Gaga either. The star has replaced Madonna as a libertine center of gay and flamboyant pop-art culture, and yet it's unclear if her legacy is quite as cemented.
Cultural critic and art historian Camille Paglia, who once considered Madonna to be her idol, has asked: "How would a figure so calculated and artificial, so clinical and strangely antiseptic, so stripped of genuine eroticism have become the icon of her generation?"
Gaga's eroticism seems metallic and insincere to Paglia, who considers the singer to be the harbinger of "the exhausted end of the sexual revolution."
If Madonna rode the wave of the sexual revolution, Gaga occupies the historical position of its crashing downfall, the waves of 'free love' culminating in rape culture, toxic masculinity, and an increasingly confused body of young people who wish to legislate sexual interaction and police hook-up culture just as they paradoxically proclaim free love and uncommitted, meaningless sex to be the purest expression of feminine power. Figures such as Amber Rose and the war against slut-shaming compel women to seek total sexual freedom. The rules of Title IX then demand that sex be considered a legal action with no ambiguity whatsoever, and call upon the ruthless father figure of the modern state to protect women from the men they can supposedly hook up with without consequence.
The danger of sex and the childlike infinite freedom of unlimited sex reach a paradoxical fever pitch. How can something so damning and damaging be so empowering? How can the emotional scars and wasted years of thousands of nameless unidentified organs, ultimately a body without organs, create a foundation for history's most directionless society?
And even more pressingly, what do we even have in common with each other to warrant such commitment, save our level of comfort with the threshold of our machinated technocratic future, and our level of introspection and self-remembrance in these trying times? The ultimate sympathetic cry seems to be the weasel wail of "Agh, I'm dying over here!"
Perhaps Lady Gaga is the last major figure of the libertine sexual revolution. I wonder what will follow, if anything but Dionysian madness can possibly come of 2017.