<http://schema.org/articleBody>
" Lady Gaga was at one point the biggest pop star in the world, commanding the charts and tabloids with haute couture style and a be-yourself, girl-power message. Then her new album Artpop emerged as a stunning failure of self-aggrandizing nonsense, a hot mess of mass market mishap which has left us all questioning not just her talent but her mental health, especially as she proceeded to literally vomit all over a snack company&amp;#039;s corporate stage at &amp;quot;indie&amp;quot; music fest SXSW. Bold? No. Esoteric powdered flavoring? Yep.  Dateline was at one point the crown jewel in NBC&amp;#039;s news lineup, gathering viewers with high concept teasers and in depth reporting. But they eventually spiraled into To Catch A Predator style ambush interview remote control click baiting.  So when Lady Gaga&amp;#039;s people approached the news producers at NBC, they said, &amp;quot;Sure, why not? Of course our aging demographic would love to see whatever wackiness Lady Gaga wants to unleash in prime time.&amp;quot; It&amp;#039;s one thing for whatever hand is behind the growing-faster-by-the-day decline of Gaga&amp;#039;s relevance to assume that the aging masses who huddle before true crime shows at 8 p.m. on a Saturday night are the correct audience for her theatrics. Any port in a storm, right? But for the powers-that-be at Dateline to agree with them and think that having her ride her sex pig across the opener of their show is a solid journalistic endeavor shows how utterly lost TV news has become -- and at the end of a two-week stretch of TV news chasing its own tail on a certain Malaysian Air flight. And like the chaotic quest for flight 370, their search for themselves has been reduced to blind flailing and bizarre theories, each more far astray than the last. It&amp;#039;s possible that the whole Gaga thing is simply an elderly establishment unable to come to terms with current culture. Maybe it&amp;#039;s a retaliatory hate-trolling of their aging audience -- a shock jock, &amp;quot;you won&amp;#039;t believe what these kids are doing now&amp;quot; move. It&amp;#039;s the same thing they did when Miley twerked her way out of Hannah Montana&amp;#039;s Disney castle and into the pop culture pantheon. And it may work -- wrinkled hands covering their dentured mouths, aghast at what unfolds. Worried calls will be made to grandchildren. Somewhere in Middle America a Kiwanis club will discuss the unraveling of our morals over Denny&amp;#039;s Moons Over My Ham-i. Outrage sells. But it won&amp;#039;t tell a larger story. It&amp;#039;s not news. Because the kids aren&amp;#039;t doing this. They&amp;#039;re not wearing weird fake teeth, or vomiting Technicolor soy milk, or donning cloaks made from bacon. Lady Gaga&amp;#039;s vomit is not pouring out of the mouths of babes. She is irrelevant to those kids in everyway -- they have long since moved on -- but that won&amp;#039;t stop a prime time institution from sullying itself again by saying the opposite. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
<http://www.esquire.com/entertainment/tv/news/a27819/lady-gaga-dateline-video-premiere/>