Katy Perry Nation, we rise.
In the account of the apostle Matthew, Jesus multiplied the loaves for the hungry, rewarding the faithful.
The same goes for my lord and saviour, Katy Perry. At an after party in Vegas last week, dancing to In da Getto by J. Balvin and Skrillex, Katy Perry was handed a box of pizza – so she fed her fans by tossing slices to the crowd. Twitter, rightly, has lost its mind.
While Taylor Swift watches the planet burn, Perry is on the ground – multiplying the loaves of bread. As a pop star, Perry has always been the most real of them all; in his pop-technicolor universe, there is no trickery. In the middle of the Teenage Dream era, Perry was a cultural monolith — KatyCats reigned supreme, and the Teenage Dream music video had better CGI than almost anything in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Perry made sense to me after watching her 2012 “documentary/musical” Katy Perry: Part of Me, a movie that pops into my head two to three times a day. Netflix music biographies tend to exist only as shrewd PR exercises. But, BUT, in the scene where Perry’s ex-husband Russell Brand texts her (A TEXT) to break up with her moments before she takes the stage – whereupon she wipes her tears, goes up on stage and launches into her the first verse is, say it with me, absolutely emblematic. I feel like Perry every time I wipe away tears coming up with dinner plans I never intended to execute.
And Pizzagate (not that one) isn’t the first time Katy Perry has eaten — remember when she went for a burger at the Met Gala? Remember Perry’s creaky, meme-generating dance with Migos on SNL? Or the heartbreaking sight of his Left Shark Super Bowl dance moves?
Perry confuses people – it’s intrinsic to his appeal. I like to think she’s in on the joke (herself) and seeing how campy her extravagant Las Vegas residence is – the one whose set design best sums up as Barbarella kidnapping Minions and visiting the Wonka factory. But make it sexy.
It’s time to accept that I am a KatyCat. And if you’ve ever felt like a plastic bag, fluttering in the wind – well, sorry, but so have you.
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Timothée Chalamet – Chic. Charming. Cannibal?
The 18th century poet John Keats said “a thing of beauty is a joy forever”. But Timothée Chalamet – beautiful thing, joy forever – has made internet users less joyful this week.
The 25-year-old Oscar-nominated Call Me By Your Name star released the trailer for Bones and All, her second collaboration with director Luca Guadagnino, this week about two cannibalistic young lovers on a road trip. trip across America.
On the same day, the folks in the know at Discovery+ released the trailer for their documentary House of Hammer, with victims speaking out about their abuse at the hands of Armie Hammer, the disgraced former co-star of Chalamet, and now seller of condos in the Cayman Islands. .
“Scandal” and “abuse” don’t go so far as to describe Hammer’s truly unbalanced confession that he is “100% cannibalistic.” The co-star connection is bizarre, and while Hammer isn’t involved in Guadagnino’s film, many have read Bones and All’s cannibalistic plot as a tacit endorsement of Hammer’s preferences.
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Timothée Chalamet and Armie Hammer in Call Me by Your Name
Sure, Timothée Chalamet can play a moody cannibal. Timothée Chalamet can play a f… boi. Timothée Chalamet can play any role that would previously have gone to a young Christian Bale. So why opt for that gory indie title, Romeo and Juliet meets Raw that doesn’t just tug at our sleeves for attention, but seeks to rip our whole arm off?
We will find out when the film will be released on November 23, 2022.
Tommy Lee takes us to the confectionery
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Motley Crue’s Tommy Lee has shared an intimate photo with his 1.4 million Instagram followers.
It is the nude that launched a thousand pieces of reflection (this one being the most decisive).
With a selfie that stopped in his face, 59-year-old rocker Tommy Lee posted a full-face nude to his 1.4 million Instagram followers at 3 a.m. on Thursday in the United States, captioned ” Ooooopppsss”. By 8 a.m. Instagram had deleted the photo, but it remained on for several hours for the world to see and capture.
Social media commenters have noted the double standard that allows Tommy Lee to post unfiltered, but leaves “nipple free” activists, plus-size models and LGBTQ+ art left to read – often censored for having published much less explicit material.
The app will remove Britney’s cleverly composed triptychs of nudes in seconds, and is sure to censor breastfeeding or nude portraits of the Renaissance but inexplicably Tommy Lee, perhaps in an effort to prolong the lasting fury. since Hulu’s Tommy & Pam series, has been allowed to leave a lasting mark. Perhaps Lee’s stunt was to commemorate the anniversary of his first nude leak, nearly 30 years ago.
One Twitter user commented, “Girls can’t post pics with cleavage on Instagram without it being deleted, but Tommy Lee can post THAT. nope.
Grinder even dropped a comment, noting, “Bad app, baby.”
Still, there’s a stark contrast in how social media reacted to Kourtney Kardashian’s recent semi-nude image compared to Lee’s full frontal. When Kardashian posted to promote her fitness app, trolls flooded her feed with judgments about how such nudity was unacceptable from a mother — Tommy Lee is a father of two, and his comments were full of fans and brand accounts who laughed it off.
Since posting, Tommy Lee has gained over 200,000 subscribers. In rock, as in life, sex always sells.
