I don’t see much difference in the ideological function of [North Korea’s nuclear threats] and Katy Perry launching fireworks out of her breasts—they’re just two vague myths of empowerment that offer little more than passive visual titillation, framed differently for two very different world views.

I don’t see much difference in the ideological function of [North Korea’s nuclear threats] and Katy Perry launching fireworks out of her breasts—they’re just two vague myths of empowerment that offer little more than passive visual titillation, framed differently for two very different world views.


Dear Katy Perry,

I heard your song “Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)” recently and I felt compelled to write you and share my analysis. Lyrically, it’s basically just an attempt to piece together a crazy night of drinking on the morning after. But let’s take a closer look! 

“Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)”
There’s a stranger in my bed
Uh oh! Already scary. You should know everyone in your bed with you. Rape is already a possibility, unprotected sex has almost definitely occurred.
There’s a pounding in my head
You have overindulged in alcohol and maybe drugs. Drink a lot of water and take some Advil. Be prepared for your whole day to suck a lot.
Glitter all over the room

Pink flamingos in the pool
Have you been partying with John Waters? You may REALLY not like what you find out about last night. It may be best just to “let it go.”
I smell like a minibar
What do those smell like? I’ve never even opened one because I know the hotel will totally rip you off. I forgot; you’re a multi-millionaire, because of songs like these.
DJ’s passed out in the yard
You should fire him. He mixed business with pleasure. Very unprofessional.
Barbie’s on the barbeque
Lazy lyric, somewhat funny image. Did she melt? Do you have pictures? Oh wait, were there children present?
Is this a hicky or a bruise?
Hold up! There’s a huge difference. Also, in the video for this song, the hicky’s on your neck. Did the aforementioned “stranger” punch you in the neck while raping you?
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Dear Katy Perry,

I heard your song “Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)” recently and I felt compelled to write you and share my analysis. Lyrically, it’s basically just an attempt to piece together a crazy night of drinking on the morning after. But let’s take a closer look! 

“Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)”

There’s a stranger in my bed

Uh oh! Already scary. You should know everyone in your bed with you. Rape is already a possibility, unprotected sex has almost definitely occurred.

There’s a pounding in my head

You have overindulged in alcohol and maybe drugs. Drink a lot of water and take some Advil. Be prepared for your whole day to suck a lot.

Glitter all over the room

Pink flamingos in the pool

Have you been partying with John Waters? You may REALLY not like what you find out about last night. It may be best just to “let it go.”

I smell like a minibar

What do those smell like? I’ve never even opened one because I know the hotel will totally rip you off. I forgot; you’re a multi-millionaire, because of songs like these.

DJ’s passed out in the yard

You should fire him. He mixed business with pleasure. Very unprofessional.

Barbie’s on the barbeque

Lazy lyric, somewhat funny image. Did she melt? Do you have pictures? Oh wait, were there children present?

Is this a hicky or a bruise?

Hold up! There’s a huge difference. Also, in the video for this song, the hicky’s on your neck. Did the aforementioned “stranger” punch you in the neck while raping you?



Read the rest at Vice Magazine: TAKE A STROLL… WITH ROB DELANEY - DEAR KATY PERRY - Viceland Today 

Readers of taste and class might not be aware of this, but Katy Perry’s new album is her magnum opus of subtle sexual innuendo. Highlights include Peacock (”I wanna see your peacock-cock-cock” – a clever allusion to wishing to see a man’s penis) and California Gurls (”So hot we’ll melt your popsicle” – behind this intricate wordplay lies an ejaculation reference). 

Above is her new single with Kanye West, which is every bit as bad as you thought it was going to be when you first read the term “Kanye West” in a paragraph about Katy Perry. Here are some lyrics:

“Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction”

Been thinking about this for a few minutes now. This is about getting raped by a person with AIDS, right? Also, not sure why, but after watching that video I suddenly feel compelled to buy something called “Vogue Eyewear”. Something really, really subtle must have happened.



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