(This post could go hand-in-hand with my thoughts on Zooey Deschanel since they are, essentially, the same person.)
I liked Katy Perry in the I Kissed A Girl era, when her voice was still a bit husky and she still had something about her. Then Teenage Dream came along and she started shooting whipped cream out of her nipples.
If anything, the performance at the Grammy’s made me more irritated than I already was. Her performance was weak, and the only bit that caught my interest in the slightest was when I actually thought her mic had broken and her dancers had dropped her.
I don’t know why certain artists think award shows are a pedestal on which they can call out their exes (I don’t want to properly name-drop Taylor Swift in case she devotes her 852nd ‘I hate men’ album at me). The Grammy’s are an appreciation of music, not an opportunity to lash out about your divorce. I don’t understand why she sang a total of 3 lines of E.T and moved onto Part of Me when she’s had five number ones on Teenage Dream. FIVE.
(Can I just remind everyone of Circle the Drain please? And we got Part of Me instead?!)