Keep it in your pants, Fame Monster

"Hey, how can I attach my name to unspeakable tragedy", Lady Gaga wondered, reclining inside her fiberglass space egg.

"I know, Gaga Branded Disaster Wristbands!"

Even if my first response to an unfolding disaster of global proportions was to slap my name on a plastic trinket, I maybe wouldn't go with a bloodred disembodied claw as my graphic signifier.


Although looking at the big picture, pop star grandstanding is less toxic than this sort of idiocy from powerful politicians.