Bitch Got Booed Pt. 2: Electric Boo-galoo
You know that if your pun-loving Aunt Carol reads Dlisted, $10 says she’s making a joke about Déjà-Booo right now. I know, I’m embarrassed I made that joke too. Every time a hacky pun is made, a little part of your soul dies and gets replaced with a Cathy mug.
Katy Perry probably thought she’d left all those boo-having haters back in Milan, but everyone knows booing is a state-of-mind that is able to transcend time and space. Less than 24 hours after she was greeted at a Moschino fashion show by booing photographers, Katy Perry returned home to discover her life was turning into a real-life Groundhog Day when she was greeted at LAX by (say it with me) more booing photographers.
Things started out harmless enough with a couple paps cracking jokes about the blanket (“What’s wrong? You have acne?” Of course not; haven’t you seen the infomercial?) but after she wouldn’t remove the blanket, they started booing. Then, in a terrific twist of irony, Katy’s assistant – wearing a D.A.R.E to resist drugs and violence t-shirt – stopped resisting violence and shoved several paps. Tune in tomorrow when Katy goes grocery shopping and gets booed for pulling into the 8-items-or-less lane with 10 things in her cart.
And I’m still not sure why she was covering her face with a blanket, but if she’s anything like me, it’s because she joined the Mile-Cry Club during her flight. What’s the Mile-Cry Club? It’s like the Mile-High Club, but instead of getting your fuck-on at 10,000 feet in the air, the air pressure fucks with your face and your eyes won’t stop watering. Does anyone else get this? Just me? Cool, see you at the hospital.
(Pics: Splash)