In other words, is Lady Gaga the last, best hope for pop smart enough to beat the Society of the Spectacle at its own game by selling out with a shamelessness that would shock even Andy Warhol (who perfected the concepts of self as brand and art as marketing) yet still snooker cultural-studies profs and nth-wave feminists into a deconstructive swoon about her Judith Butler-approved gender-performativity? Or is she something thuddingly dumber: Donatella Versace in the remake of Blow-Up? Liza Minnelli in a Vegas revue inspired by The Reluctant Astronaut? Perez Hilton singing the Human League songbook? Is she pop, or Pop Art? In on the joke, or just a joke?