LADY GAGA 

She is standing on the Edge of Glory, vacillating between feminist simulacra and iconography, and sexual objectification and metaphorical submission to man's societal infrastructure of power and control.  

In "Telephone," she fixes up a sandwich and laces it with poison, lethally striking back at the man who pimped her out (and put her in the kitchen?).  

Her gaze here is a heady cocktail of arrogance, provocation, defiance, vulnerability, stupefaction, and hyper-sexuality.  She stoically prepares to free herself from gender narratives, while exposing some serious side boob.  What is the meaning of this side boob? Does it empower her fuck-it-I'm-me, Born This Way fearless, audacious persona, or does it erode the latent power women hold by shrouding enticing bodies in mystery.

Well, don't bother calling Gaga for a straight answer: 

"Stop callin', stop callin', I don't wanna think anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor." 

She doesn't want to deal with you, she just wants to dance.