Katy Perry hosted SNL this weekend.
This is how I felt:

Awkward. Uncomfortable. Anally raped. See? Robyn gets me. That’s why we’re friends.
I just don’t understand the appeal of Katy Perry. It grosses me out that she even exists, let alone is breaking records and allowed to do other things like host SNL and walk freely on the planet with no supervision howling off-key and ruining pop music forever. The press around her hosting gig is all up her vagina like “Best ratings since November 5th! Go Katy!”
So the best ratings in 4 episodes? Is this a big deal now? And let’s be real: the ratings spike had nothing to do with wanting to see her host. It was A) How much cleavage will happen? and B) Oh Robyn is performing, lemme check that out.
One of those questions was answered with some serious disappointment…the only boob involved had a tattoo of Jewel on it. But Robyn turned it out with the most awkward dancing I have ever seen. But that is how you are supposed to dance if you don’t know how to dance. Don’t give me a one-two-sidestep. Flail around aimlessly! You will hit the beat at least some of the time and if you look totally confident, everybody will just go with it. And maybe copy. I might have to work in a back somersault/tumble-roll the next time I hit the club my damned self.
“Call Your Girlfriend”
“Dancing On My Own”

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