It's a Friday night. I'm surrounded by skanked-up teenage girls, gay boys, girlfriends dragging boyfriends, gaggles of wrong-side-of-29 women, glammed-up extroverts of indiscriminate gender, Harajuku-esque Asians, punk-lesbians... and families with young children.
Yes, I'm at a Lady Gaga concert.
The cola-can bouffants, caution tape sashes and lightning-bolt eye makeup were a giveaway. But the people themselves - the people who'd forked out the money for the ticket and made their way to Rod Laver Arena in Melbourne defied any sort of label.
(Credit to xmascarol from flickr.com for this snap)
Gaga's show - pop concert meets "Wizard of Oz" on acid - was nothing short of amazing.
Her "Little Monsters" is what she calls her fans. It's not that they sprout tentacles or bare jagged rows of fangs - they're monstrous in their diversity.
Love her or hate her - someone who's able to bring together such a motley horde of people from every walk of life has something going for them. Let's just hope she uses this power for good (her "monster" hand salute looked oddly remiscient of a Nazi sieg heil at one point. Maybe that was just my twisted imagination). 
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