I dig Katy Perry.
This isn’t news to My Faithful Readers who undoubtedly recall last fall’s photo-filled, rambling dissection of my crush on the pop starlet.
As someone who digs Katy Perry (and keeps subconsciously typing “Katy Pretty”) it should come as no shock to y’all that my crush on her has only intensified after reading about her Six Flags adventure this past week.
Katy is in the middle of her California Dreams tour, but on Monday she took her dancers, crew and opening artist Natalia Kills (she totally sounds like a Bond villain, right?!) to Six Flags Great America outside Chicago to chill out and ride roller coasters.
How freakin’ cool is that?
She’s a mega pop star and should be verbally, physically and emotionally abusing her underlings. She should be hazing her opening act and making her question her career choice. She should be spending her downtime on the tour smoking crack or killing strippers or whatever it is pop stars do in their free time. Instead she has an off-day on the docket and takes everyone out to kick it at freakin’ Six Flags!
Katy Perry is clearly bad at being a diva, but really good at being f’n awesome.