This week we got to see both sides of talented firebrand MIA. On the one hand we saw her childish petulance and apparent hypocrisy, expressed angrily to Time Out when she claimed Oprah Winfrey hadn’t given her enough attention at a party: "Oprah seemed like she was giving me the cold shoulder… She was with Iman. Iman was always dancing with me, hugging and kissing me, but Oprah seemed really pissed off with me." And it’s rather odd that MIA would want to be chummy with Winfred at all given how vehemently she decried Winfrey’s speech at the same event:

She “made this huge speech at the ball praising Lady GaGa about how she is helping Americans to be the best of themselves… There's millions of other Americans who represent that for me. Is [it] about numbers? About how much you're selling? Is it truly about the journey? Because [Lady GaGa's] journey isn't that difficult: to go from the fucking Upper East Side to a fucking performing arts school and onto a stage at the museum of fucking wherever. That journey's about four miles."

But on the other hand, we also got to see an artist who cared about putting on a good performance for her fans. She was gigging at the Hard NYC Party – which sounds like some sort of dogging event, and if you’re having to Google dogging to see what we’re on about, look up seagulling too – when she was stopped early over fears a thunder storm would electrocute her. She followed this with complaints and tweeted an offer of a free gig to the audience: "Fuck it! im gonna do a free show in nyc when i get back, tho i dont have powers over rain!...If u still have the hard ticket u free! xxxo." So difficult, but never a dull moment.