A lot of pop stars I like. Katy Perry I tolerate. But right now, I feel something like grudging respect:
Awake at midnight, using your last 13% of phone battery to furiously search for sexy photos of yourself: the 2017 diva move that anyone can do. I’m not Katy Perry, so I don’t have a risqué Rolling Stone photo shoot—I have to search in the “Selfies” album on my own phone. Still works like a charm.
