Can I just say I love Katy Perry's songs? Every single dang one (except the one with Kanye) makes me envision lollipops and jazz hands flying everywhere. But the real question is how does she measure up to the absolute icon of teenybopper pop...Tiffany. I mean, I know she didn't orginally do I Think We're Alone Now but she totally could've.
And for me, Tiffany would kick Katy's butt in a celebrity death match. But I think it'd be close. Jazz hands can be considered weapons when used to their full advantage. DH has visibly flinched when I whip out the jazz hands while in confined spaces. I'm sure it's because he's scared of their implied skill and not because he's questioning my ratio of beauty:quirkiness.
I think I dated myself in this post. Are the cool kids still talking about Celebrity Death Match or is that like neo-cool? Or maybe it's hipster ironic? Which means tweens in skinny jeans with fashion glasses and beatnik scarves are discussing who would come out on top in very bored voices while sipping $10 half caff lates. Is anyone else scared, cause now I am.
Last night I had a nightmare about a man who tried to steal my wallet and stopped when I told him he looked like a girl. Tonight, I'm sure, will be filled with jazz hands and bored tweens.
Help.
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