Second-Week “Born This Way” Sales Take a Massive Plummet


While it’s too early to gauge exactly how many copies “Born This Way” will move in week number two, estimates suggest it could sell around 200,000 by June 5. While that would represent a staggering drop from her No. 1 debut, it’s not unusual to see albums that are heavily front-loaded in terms of first-week sales fall off a cliff in their second week.

From 1.1 million, 200,000 would represent a staggering 82% drop.

I’m not sure if that sets any particular record, but, thanks to the Amazon deal, that’s much higher than the standard 60-70% drop that most big-name albums experience in their second week.




  1. Little Monster Regina
    Posted June 2, 2011 at 1:17 pm | Permalink | Reply

    82% drop?


    • chaosakita
      Posted June 2, 2011 at 3:36 pm | Permalink | Reply

      learn to math

      hope that fucking helps

      • Little Monster Regina
        Posted June 2, 2011 at 6:30 pm | Permalink | Reply

        Oh crap, it’s you again
        Just sit down and

        • chaosakita
          Posted June 5, 2011 at 1:45 am | Permalink | Reply

          womg pics

          at least you could make your own besides stealing them off of tumblr, lol

          • Little Monster Regina
            Posted June 5, 2011 at 8:00 am | Permalink | Reply

            I don’t steal them
            They still have the copyright names of the rightful owners
            So I snaffle some for my lonely hardrive

    • ArtsyMinsy/JESSICA!K!/MADISONA
      Posted June 3, 2011 at 9:53 pm | Permalink | Reply




      • Little Monster Regina
        Posted June 3, 2011 at 9:55 pm | Permalink | Reply

        I’m just a blogging Fool
        Oh baby, his posts are so cruel
        But I’m still in love with Alex, baby

        • ArtsyMinsy/JESSICA!K!/MADISONA
          Posted June 3, 2011 at 9:57 pm | Permalink | Reply

          YES GO ON HIS ROOF

          AND FALL AND DIE

          ALEX WATEVER
          IS A UGLY EMO CUNT

  2. Little Monster Regina
    Posted June 2, 2011 at 2:05 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Am I the only person alive who identifies the world of Showbiz and Fanbases with Doctor Who?
    Especially with the Gaga’s Monsters vs. Britney’s bitches going on right now…


    The Doctor = Lady Gaga
    The Doctor’s companions = Lady Gaga fans
    The Daleks = Britney Spears fans
    The Cybermen = Christina Aguilera fans
    The Toclofane = Katy Perry fans
    Davros = Britney Spears
    John Lumic = Christina Aguilera
    The Master = Katy Perry

    • fos
      Posted June 2, 2011 at 10:48 pm | Permalink | Reply

      I’m a britney fan and I don’t consider myself a “britney bitchie”, that’s a stupid thing invented by 99centga.

  3. Reciuvik Lander
    Posted June 2, 2011 at 7:16 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Today, music is like hearing voices while other people have sex, get drunk, go to a Gay pride festival, and take trippy drugs while you read their Text messages.

    And now Lady GaGa sent a message to her damn crazee, ultra-strict Catholic parents: “I just wanna be free, I just wanna be me, and I want lots of friends that invite me to their parties.”

  4. Pantie
    Posted June 3, 2011 at 8:16 am | Permalink | Reply

    Already outsold most Pop albums though.
    U MAD?

    • Little Monster Regina
      Posted June 3, 2011 at 8:25 am | Permalink | Reply

      He’s Mad
      Alex turns on his computer, looks at Born This Way sales and realizes that it outsold Gaganey Lipsyncears by a long shot. This is his face:

  5. Pantie
    Posted June 3, 2011 at 8:17 am | Permalink | Reply

    Born This Way is the 1st album to open #1 in the 5 major music markets (US, UK, France, Japan & Germany) since Hard Candy by Madonna.


  6. Little Monster Regina
    Posted June 3, 2011 at 8:41 am | Permalink | Reply

    That awesome moment when you realize that Pluto is a real Planet, God exists, Rick Astley is still alive, Born This Way is the co-existence glue of all other albums, the Doctor Who series 6 finale is starting tomorrow, the Buddha was real, and that nothing wrong will ever happen to you again because your Life is basically perfect.

  7. Little Monster Regina
    Posted June 3, 2011 at 1:45 pm | Permalink | Reply

    My fellow Gaga’s Montsters, Gaga is losing in the MMV awards to Davros by over 1,000 likes.
    Get to work voting for our Gaga(use bots if needed) and don’t let me see you fail.

    • Jillian
      Posted June 4, 2011 at 11:35 am | Permalink | Reply

      If you love her so much, why do you spend so much time on a website dedicated to criticizing her? Is it because you secretly know she’s crap?

      • Little Monster Regina
        Posted June 4, 2011 at 9:06 pm | Permalink | Reply

        As a matter of fact, Yes.
        Alex is my virture, and Gaga is the Demon I cling to.

  8. ShitGa's Shitter
    Posted June 3, 2011 at 1:51 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Dat Floppin’ Tranny!
    Godney ❤

    • Touch'e
      Posted June 3, 2011 at 3:10 pm | Permalink | Reply

      Lady GaGa stopped being considered a potential Flop after Born This Way’s release. She’s got her safe cushion in the Music biz now. As for Britney Spears, she’s just the next derranged Pop slut in fast forward. Everything she’s released to date has sounded like a tacky bubblegum song. It’s all about tacky generic tunes and meaningless lyrics that centre around dancing and sex. There are so many artists who do her styyle better than she does, so why should she be credited? She’s fucking stagnant.

      • Shoparazzi
        Posted June 3, 2011 at 3:38 pm | Permalink | Reply

        I agree, especially about Britney. I mean…

        Could Britney ever sing like that? Or Rihanna, or Ke$ha, or Katy Perry? Or Beyonce?
        Ya’ll call Gaga full of herself for saying she has one of the best voices in the industry, but why does she say it in the first place? Because she DOES.

        • Posted June 4, 2011 at 1:13 am | Permalink | Reply

          LMFAO, you’re a idiot.

          • ArtsyMinsy/JESSICA!K!/MADISONA
            Posted June 4, 2011 at 11:12 am | Permalink | Reply


      • BritneyLadyLovers
        Posted June 3, 2011 at 10:36 pm | Permalink | Reply

        She does bubblgum pop, which is bubble gum pop with a side of bubble gum pop, she doesn’t want to be anything else at this point,.
        Entire post invalid
        My god haters are dumb have no lives and never get laid!

  9. justin
    Posted June 3, 2011 at 2:15 pm | Permalink | Reply


  10. ShadowMaat
    Posted June 3, 2011 at 3:51 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Wow, talk about an emotionally-charged week for the celebs! Brilliant performances all around and a really bittersweet conclusion for Miss Spears’ album (though we knew all along that it could only end in tears).

    If I had any complaint at all it’d be that in just one month Miss Spears has become as obnoxiously career-clingy and mawkishly possessive as Miss Aguilera was by the end of her run.

    I’m sorry, but this whole comeback thing for Miss Spears drives me absolutely bonkers. I loathe it. I despise it. I abhor it. It’s a repugnant and virulent element in an otherwise great Artist. I don’t know why the producers feel compelled to have the Celebrities under their wing obessively make comebacks every 15 seconds and I don’t know why that obsession has to manifest in such ostentatious and invasive ways, but I wish they would by-gods give it the hell up and stick to the good Music and image. Or at the very least tone it the hell down and KEEP it toned down. Jeez. Miss Spears may not be as catty about it as Miss Aguilera was, but she’s coming awfully close.

    Anyway, this week for all hotline Celebs was a great, almost heartbreaking conclusion. And Beyonce’s indecisiveness and her inner battle… in a way I think that there’s a part of Miss B who would have loved to turn her back on Fame and hide in the little life she’s invented for herself, surrounded by the comfortable lives of friends, work, and a family of her own. Poor B. Poor, Poor B.

    And can I say again how completely horrifying I found Miss Gaga in her latest video? *Shudders* The mannerisms and that godawful eyeliner, like someone stretching black cable wires at the corners of her eyes.

    • ArtsyMinsy/JESSICA!K!/MADISONA
      Posted June 3, 2011 at 9:58 pm | Permalink | Reply


  11. ArtsyMinsy/JESSICA!K!/MADISONA
    Posted June 3, 2011 at 9:52 pm | Permalink | Reply


  12. letterwc
    Posted June 5, 2011 at 12:37 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Name: A Moment Passing By
    Summary/Description: I adored the performances at the 2011 Billboard Awards and Lady Gaga’s performance on American Idol. So I put my other thoughts on hold to write this series of fanfiction-style 100 word Celebrity drabbles, inspired by the BB Awards and Gaga on AI.


    It was the faces she subconciously doodled that confused Britney Spears the most.

    They were all faces of herself, in her dreams that she recorded down in her leatherbound Diary. All of them.

    The faces triggered the strangest associations. The streaky-haired girl in the centre had died in a Fire, and Britney knew that as if she had died there too. The blonde, wavy-haired young Woman to her right had been the one who first performed in a bikini. The older woman in the lower right corner spoke in a British accent. The woman with the top hat schemed constantly.

    Quirks for interesting characters. She set pen to paper and began to write.


    It really was as if she’d left the kettle on, Rihanna mused. She wandered the corridors of her home, carrying far too many DVDs and Books, and tumbled down the stairs because she was too focussed on her thoughts to look where she was going. She dreamed and dreamed, and wrote her dreams down.

    It was very endearing.

    She could understand why the media maid hovered around her. Britney Jean Spears…Britney… would probably walk straight off a cliff if it wasn’t pointed it out to her. She’d already missed the stairs.

    Rihanna thought she could spend her life pointing out the cliffs to her. She thought she might get to know her a little more.

    All Sorts of Places

    “Just three more months now, and then I’m free as the wind.”

    Beyonce really was an odd one. Head in the clouds as much as Britney. They’d gone off two months ago, to stop at a Hotel in New York together. Britney, it seemed, had plans to stay for a while – oh, Adam had heard some rumours about her and an unknown man – but Bryonce had insisted they were both coming back in mid-December. No matter what. It was just for five months.

    It was ridiculous, a wild, impossible dream. Beyonce was struggling to get herself back on track, and Adam knew she’d never leave any City when she had an album to promote. And besides, where else could she go now?

    “All sorts of places” was all Beyonce ever said.


    “No human being should hide themselves,” Britney had told her.

    All the things inside her head. A Demon howling, a Bird-like Beast snarling, Insane Freaks marching, and the party mongers destroying all in their path. Stage lights burning, a woman’s voice shouting “F**k you!”

    Things any Human being would want to hide from. The Demons and Monsters under the bed come to life, chasing her. Always waiting.

    And the woman with Britney’s face, wielding that lipstick and knife, chasing those Monsters down. A light, but dangerously low voice saying “Don’t treat me like a Little Girl.”

    Yes, Britney Jean Spears was a fine one to talk about hiding from oneself, Gaga thought.

    A Just And Proper Ego (One)

    Their accusations were perfectly true. She did have an overinflated and deliberate ego. She believed in Humanism, and saying nothing of one’s own achievements was hardly Human.

    Saying so earned her a good telling off from the critics. “A just and proper Ego” to possess…that would be worse than the ego she had. She knew, and she knew she’d someday possess it all the same. Her ego would not be armed with Arrogance or verbal insults, and she would not use it to fight the critics.

    She would use it to fight the Government, battling against them in the rain and mud. She would fight beside her fans.

    And at exactly two minutes past Seven AM, she would die fighting with that just and proper Ego.

    A Just and Proper Ego (Two)

    Britney had some morbid things written in her diary. This story, for instance, was set in 2013, barely just a few years from now.

    It was a War story. Britney’s messy handwriting told of social barriers, outcasts fighting in their own back Gardens, of Hate and Evil and Death. She read the words “A layer of Ice across the land” and shivered.

    She could remember the social workers who had come to her door to tell her that her adopted Daughter had been Murdered. A layer of Ice indeed.

    But when she talked to Britney, she smiled and said it was just a dream, and she believed her.


    It was never going to last, the friendship between Britney and Rihanna. It couldn’t last. Because Britney couldn’t last.

    Not just for the world’s sake, but for hers. Damned if she’d be stuck in New York for the rest of her life, meeting with manipulative producers, drinking Expresso coffee and putting up with the public making fun of her sales.

    She was a bit sorry that she’d have to take Britney from Rihanna. But this was so much bigger than just Rihanna.

    A bipolar, lonely, lost Music Artist and a mainstream singer from Barbados? It couldn’t last. Shouldn’t.

    Because ultimately, it wasn’t just her who needed the Real Britney Spears back.


    Beyonce had to be crazy. Rihanna clung to that thought. Britney couldn’t be the Alien of her Diary, the woman who had been to so many places, seen so many things. She didn’t want to think about the possibility that she’d been separated from this other lifestyle like she’d been seperated from her sanity.

    Britney couldn’t be a psychotic, sultry, Feminine woman only pretending to be like everyone else. Britney seemed incapable of deception.

    Britney was not the Femme Fatale. She had to believe that.

    But as the knife was held to her cheek in the gatecrashed Dining Hall, she began to think that Beyonce might have been right.

  13. letterwc
    Posted June 5, 2011 at 6:52 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Name: A Moment Passing By – Part 2

    Summary/Description: The second part of A Moment Passing By.

    Guardian Angel

    Beyonce knew she’d do anything for the Femme Fatale. She would have killed the strangers who had gatecrashed their New York party, if she had to, no matter how scared she was. To save her.

    She had to protect the Femme Fatale, and that meant protecting Britney, who seemed woefully incapable of it. Useless, she was. She wasn’t even leaving, just standing around stupidly.

    Okay, she was showing her some concern. But she certainly wasn’t trying to save her. No, she was standing outside waiting for her, as if it was actually still an ongoing Dance party.

    She yelled at her to run. She had to protect Britney. She had to protect the Femme Fatale.


    “We want Britney Jean Spears and whatever she’s done with her Femme Fatale consciousness.”

    Hers? Hers? It was a dream, only a dream. She had no other consciousness. Oh God, Oh God, what did they think she had done with it, left it in her other pair of Jeans? A consciousness – a whole other person – was hardly something one left lying around inside the decorational Pearl of a ring for all to see.

    Except according to Beyonce, she had.

    One of the strangers was speaking again. “War is coming,” Britney heard from her place at the window.

    God help them all, if that was true. She hurried back to the others.

    God help them.


    Despite Beyonce’s denials, Rihanna knew that Beyonce was hopelessly obsessed with “the Femme Fatale”. Not Britney Spears. The Femme Fatale. An Alien prescence.

    Rihanna took refuge in her superior knowledge and career status. No matter where the Femme Fatale was from, no matter where Beyonce was from, there were some things Rihanna knew, or had.

    Then Beyonce gave her a frosty look and listed all her career achievements, and, as if to prove yet another point, the bones of the hand, without hesitation or a mistake.

    And for the first time, Rihanna felt threatened. This Woman was an Artist, a proper Artist, who knew about the Femme Fatale, so much bigger and grander than the collab between Rihanna & Britney could ever be.

    The Better Part of Valour

    “What do I do?” Gaga asked the consciousness trapped inside the ring.

    “Beware,” Britney’s – the Femme Fatale’s – voice echoed in her mind.

    “Beware of what?”

    “Of her.”

    Gaga looked up and saw one of the strangers in the Hallway.

    What should I do now? She thought desperately to the ring.

    Show them this, an answer came. And then run.



    What am I showing them?

    Me. Angry. And powerful. And Superior. It should buy you enough time.

    And then what?

    Wait. It’s not the right time. But soon.

    Gaga had faith enough. So she opened the Pearl, and saw the Femme Fatale, standing in fire and flood. It scared her just as much as the stranger.

    Now Run! Run! Find me, wake me!

    Come Home

    The strangers had their cars. Things were getting progressively worse.

    And Britney was getting progressively more agitated.

    “Who am I, then? Nothing? I’m just a story.” She looked broken as she said it; Beyonce could barely believe that Britney could possibly be a Femme Fatale of any kind.

    Things were bad. People were in danger. And the Femme Fatale was not out and there to save them.

    Come back, she thought. We need you. I need you. Our Femme Fatale..

    But there was nothing she could do.

    Beyonce got up and followed Britney and Rihanna.


    Gaga spoke of the Femme Fatale and her strange, mad world. It was inconceivable to Britney that she could ever be, ever have been, this…this strong being, the wild woman of her wildest dreams. The woman who even her own best friend said was a terrible, furious creature.

    Stories. Stories.

    Then she grabbed the ring, and it was calling to her.

    Closer, closer, a little bit closer…

    And then words were pouring out of her mouth, words that weren’t her and were, in a voice that was hers and wasn’t.

    She choked the words back. They weren’t hers. She didn’t want to become that. Ever.

    Diary’s End

    Rihanna looked through the pages as Britney and Beyonce spoke, desperate to find some of the Femme Fatale’s knowledge of the Strangers. Something that would let them fight, without destroying Britney Spears.

    She didn’t find it.

    She found what the Strangers would do if they got their hands on that ring. It couldn’t be allowed to happen. And it meant losing Britney.

    She’d said to Beyonce that it was like she had something important to get back to, something that she couldn’t remember. All that time, it had been the Femme Fatale showing through.

    She should have known some things were really Impossible.


    She had no words. Britney was making her choice. Without her. She wasn’t a part of Britney Spears’s life, not in any meaningful way.

    She was Beyonce Knowles, a Celebrity. Just a Celebrity. Part of the furniture, almost.

    It wasn’t fair. She was part of the Femme Fatale’s life, more than Rihanna. But that was friend-jealousy. Britney was, after all, trying to decide whether she should in effect commit suicide.

    She wanted the Femme Fatale back so badly. But Britney…wanted to stay.

    She could do nothing more to influence Britney. She hoped she took what she had said into account, because she had told Britney the truth she never told the Femme Fatale.


    “What are you going to do?”

    It all came down to the simple fact that the world, the party, the building, the mere people were worth more than her. The ring was lying in her palm.

    She didn’t say, “What choice do I have?”

    She did say Goodbye.

    Then she closed her eyes and opened the Pearl. It was pain beyond Britney’s imagination, but she could feel the Femme Fatale’s consciousness taking over her own. The pain was not beyond her comprehension.

    The Femme Fatale opened her eyes. She looked at Rihanna for a long moment, but left without a word, not even to Gaga or Beyonce.

    Heart’s Desire and Despair

    When she knifed the Father of the Strangers, she thought of Britney Spears and her sacrifices, life, job, performances, fans, for the Femme Fatale’s cause.

    When she shoved the Mother of the Strangers off the top level of the building, she thought of Rihanna, who had only ever had two Friends in her Life and had lost them both.

    When she shot the Son of the Strangers, she thought of the child she once was, and could have remained. And Beyonce, Gaga, Rihanna, Justin, Adam, and everyone she had cared for in her long life.

    And when she strangled the Daughter of the Strangers, dropped her pale body into the Sea and appointed her the Guardian of the Oceans she thought of herself.


    Britney Spears was gone. Burnt by fire, frozen by ice, washed away by the storm, lost in the night, thrown into the heart of the sun and replaced by the Femme Fatale.

    Rihanna looked into her eyes and saw not Britney, but the grind and turn of the Universe. How could the Femme Fatale see only her at that moment, amongst all those stars and thoughts?

    She looked into her eyes and saw not Britney, but a supernatural Force who thought nothing of the danger she brought and the lives she inadvertently destroyed.

    She told her to join the new Tour, a request filled with all the confidence Britney never had.

    She declined.


    The Femme Fatale was back from dealing with the Strangers. She’d gone by herself, and then gone to see Rihanna. Beyonce couldn’t blame her for wanting to keep that conversation private.

    While she was talking, she put on her normal clothes with relief. Her days of being New Yorker were over.

    The Femme Fatale hugged her, and everything was all right again.

    As if nothing happened.

    Two Minutes Past 7 AM

    Gaga knew it was coming. Two minutes past 7 AM, with that Just and Proper Ego she saw herself fight with two years ago.

    Two minutes past 7 AM, and they would both die unless she did something.

    It was five to 7 now. Beyonce had been beaten and cut in the leg.

    Four to 7, and they had passed the row of Gov Guards.

    Three to 7, and they were struggling in the murky Dawn.

    Two to 7, and the real bombardment was starting.

    One to 7.

    One past…


    Two minutes past 7 AM. The time was now.

    Three minutes past 7 AM, they were Alive.

  14. Fos
    Posted June 6, 2011 at 12:05 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Letterwc you are completely nuts haha 😀

  15. Jess
    Posted June 7, 2011 at 6:28 pm | Permalink | Reply

    She sold a bit over 169,000 copies o.O her drop was even more than expected! It dropped 85% and in the UK she went from over 200,000 to around 67,000 the next week. She is falling really quick.

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