She is a little bit Gaga, a little bit Dua, a smidge of Doja and Charli. She’s a whole lotta Madonna, and the sort of mega-monolithic musical superstar who could easily devote world tours to her many different eras. She is an icon, in both the modern use and, given her penchant for heavily Catholicism-influenced haute couture, the traditional sense of the word. Some might say she is mother. To her millions of fans, she is Mother Mary, chart-conquering singer and conduit of the divine experience