And doesn’t Katy just look so proud to be out and about with the dude who she begs to stay with her every two weeks on the dot? Gosh. Young love, you know? Except that it’s not all that young, because Katy’s twenty-eight and John‘s thirty-five, as of the day before yesterday. No, we can’t blame silly naivete for John and Katy’s boomerang relationship, but I think we *can* blame the fact that they’re both supreme asshats on the fact that they just can’t keep it together.
I mean, honestly. Can you imagine being Facebook friends with either one of these people? Changing their status from “in a relationship with …” to “single” to “it’s complicated” all within the same month? I can’t stand that kind of garbage on Facebook as it is, so to have to endure it on a regular basis because technology gives us new and improved ways to be completely self-absorbed, obnoxious attention-seekers? I’ll clue you in on a little secret, guys—John Mayer? He likes boobs. Katy Perry? She likes drama. Could there be a better pairing, taking that very valuable information into consideration? I hardly think so.