Literally the worst picture of me ever but my kitten Henry layer down on my throat and started kissing me. My husband went out to see yesterday and he won’t be back for about a week and Henry is keeping me such wonderful company.
“That seems sort of harmless but then it kind of gets a little darker and sort of accuses these young pop artists of being part of this cycle where girls read magazines, feel terrible about themselves ‘cause its says “you should be skinnier, you should be prettier”. They feel terrible, and then these pop stars tell them that they’re perfect and that they’re beautiful and they buy the songs and then the popstar’s on the cover of the magazine so they buy a magazine again and it’s sort of this vicious cycle and I sort of implied he’s working for Satan or whatever.
"I sort of implied he’s working for Satan or whatever"