Lady GaGa is just about the most interesting popstar on the planet right now. Deal with it. You don’t have to like her, but acknowledge the fact that she’s fun to have around. Compare her to the crashing bore Matt Cardle who just won The X Factor, and you realise that if you’re going to be needy for attention, you might as well be mental.

Of course, GaGa’s need for affection manifests itself in a number of peculiar ways. For the most part, it involves a series of outlandish outfits or, in some cases, barely an outfit at all.

As such, when GaGa bares her flesh, there’s people who assume that she’s asking for people to paw at her (they’re the kind of people who excuse sexual assault because a girl shows a bit of leg). And that’s exactly what has happened in Paris as a fan got a handful of GaGa’s boob while she was out and about.

While Lady GaGa met her fans, one decided that it would be perfectly okay to cup a tit without asking first. Presumably, a ‘grope’ is something that comes out of the blue. You can’t really ask to grope someone can you? It probably becomes something more pleasant if you get permission first.

Anyway, most of you will probably be thinking that this is just another example of filthy men taking things too far and objectifying women, reducing them to a piece of meat.

Well idiots, here’s the scoop – it was a woman who did it.

The lady fan copped a shifty feel and, if you like, you can see a picture of it at Radar Online (here). The fan’s hand is sporting a rather fetching strangler’s leather glove and GaGa doesn’t seem at all bothered by it… unless of course, her face didn’t have the chance to process the outrage in that split second the photograph was taken.

Of course, recently, GaGa killed Santa Claus on-stage, tearing his head off and stamping on his lifeless corpse with impressively vicious looking heels.

Maybe this grope is from the grieving widow of Father Christmas?

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Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, or Judy Garland as she’s also known, has been largely gone from the public eye for what we think must be centuries.

She’s been dead since 1969, but a new book on her is coming out anyway. It doesn’t seem to answer any of the questions you’d hope, like if a dwarf really does hang himself in the background in the orchard scene, or whether or not Pink Floyd synched there album to the Oz film with her blessing.

No, instead it throws up the horrible reality that was Garland’s post-Oz life. As the headline up there indicates – that life was filled with some very non-Dorothy-like things – imagine if the Wizard was really super horny and those monkeys were all drug pushers.

Now that’s more what her life was like.

Perhaps you view Judy Garland as a picture-perfect slice of Americana whom you really don’t want to see fall from grace in your mind’s eye in the next 7 minutes or so. Or perhaps you’re a pervert. If the former, stop reading. If the latter, it’s good to see you again but remember our restraining order.

When Dorothy got back from Oz, apparently, all did not go well. Her children say they remember living in hotels and skipping out on the bill back when that type of stuff was still really cool. They also remember, sadly, their mother’s several suicide attempts. It seems she really had a hard life.

According to a new Garland-biography, an encounter she had with then MGM boss Louis B Mayer left her with a fondled breast, and him crying in a corner. As The Daily Express puts it:

“Aged 14 Garland landed a contract with MGM and came under the influence of the studio’s legendary boss Louis B Mayer. He saw that her natural screen presence had the potential to turn her into a star and was soon running virtually every aspect of her life. He took to groping her in his office, telling her as he put a hand on her left breast that she “sang from the heart”. “I often thought I was lucky I didn’t sing from another part of my ana­tomy,” she once quipped. When she found the courage to tell him to back off, he wept in shame.”

Weird, right? It gets weirder. Studios (and her mother) would give her ‘pep pills’ during the day, and sleeping pills at night. Worse yet – in 1941 Garland married a man MGM didn’t approve of and, again, according to The Daily Express:

“The studio even attempted to control her rom­antic involvements. She fell in love with and married composer David Rose in 1941. MGM, however, disapproved and later forced Judy to have an abortion.”

The story could go on, but we can’t see through our tears and we want to end it all.

Just the article. We’re only ending the article here.

To read more see New Kerela’s article entitled: ‘How Men Turned Judy Garland Into A Drug-Addled Woman’