Okay, so maybe “obsessed” is a bit of an overstatement. Maybe.
It was a slow burn, my coming to love singer Katy Perry, to be sure. Her first big single, “I Kissed A Girl,” had too much of a novelty-pop, one-hit-wonder ring to it for my liking. A year or so later, when I heard her 2010 hit “Teenage Dream,” I still easily brushed her off as just another one a long line of pretty-but-empty singers, pop confections concocted by the music industry specifically to appeal to a demographic I was about three decades too old for. Not for me.
Or so I thought.
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