I’m going to admit something here that I’m both sickeningly embarrassed about AND gleefully proud of. You know, so I can be all self deprecating about it but openly fan-girling it up with my guns-a-blazing.
I know, Katy Perry. That bastion of class, refinement and taste. In another life I am her. I am dancing around on a stage, formerly married to Russel Brand, dating John Mayer (ok, that’s where I draw the line) sporting whipped cream effusing garments while gyrating and singing about love and lust unapologetically. In this life I’m a teacher, but that looks like fun, right? In this life I’m only supposed to like overly sensitive indie rock. But my inner thirteen year old likes to work out to Katy Perry!
I get my earbuds in and fire up Miss Perry, round the corner and laugh at her memories of that crazy party, listen to her reminisce about falling in love and then it’s the wee hours and its just me and Katy and she’s telling me how I’m a FIREWORK and I believe it and I take off running for a block or two or three and so it goes over and over. At the end I’m all sweaty and smiling coz the whole time I was walking and running alongside that California Katy girl.
She makes me feel good. She makes me want to run. So what if she is this crazy ridiculous girl. If she can get my rear end to run and at the other end I’m smiling and raising my fists and jumping over the curb like I can really do karate then she certainly isn’t something I need to be ashamed of, right?
I say YES to Katy Perry!
(I’ll keep you updated as this is bound to change… Ha ha ha!)