No wonder Cher has made a fucking mint, her music is So. Gay.
Ok, it's 2.26am and I've been in one of my lows. (Background for a minute - a few of my friends have made the observation that my moods never have a middle ground... I'm either up or I'm down. Currently considering seeing my GP about it, make sure it's nothing too serious, whether or not it's normal teenage angst bullshit... :S)
So I'm in a low, and I wanted some music to cheer me up. I have one of my mum's Cher CDs on my laptop. I'm not ashamed to admit that one of the boxes i check on the stereotype checklist is a love of divas, in all shapes and sizes. So I'm lying in bed, listening to this 50yr old semi-drag queen sing about being in love, having her heart ripped out, being strong enough to live with him, etc. No wonder there were so many screaming queens at her Farewell concerts..... this album is like a gay opera. It's REALLY good, lol. I'm enjoying it, and the good news is that it has lifted me slightly out of my low.
But you've got to admit how smart this bitch was to market herself specifically to the gay audience. She's in pain, WE'RE IN PAIN.
"Oh my god, I can relate to this music. I AM CHER! CHER IS ME!"
You can't say that Cher didn't do it deliberately - her career was stalling YET AGAIN, and so she transformed herself with a clubbing track and started dressing like RuPaul. Good on her, I admire that.
This music is so awesomely gay.