I am making a playlist for running — you know, of songs with a beat, that I can sing along to (in my head, anyway), that will buoy me as the miles lengthen. But I’m worried what my anchor song says about me, Pour Some Sugar On Me. That I’m secretly a 14-year-old Jersey girl with big hair and ripped acid wash? Or a stripper?
ETA: This is disturbing.
[...] conveniently serve as a brasserie for Katy Perry in the video for that song I shamefully like to run to — although if questioned, I’ll deny, deny, [...]