Honestly, it was only a matter of time before someone hit the 2018 Met Gala red carpet – themed ‘Heavenly Bodies‘, by the way – dressed as an angel. We knew it was going to happen. We expected it.
What we didn’t expect was for Katy Perry to basically suffocate all the guests with her enormous angel wings.
MATE. BUDDY. Idk I’m sorry but someone light those abominations on fire and then we’re talking, OK? I hate this.
She’s just dressed as a large annoyance. A big, accidentally-in-every-photo mess, to put it frankly. SORRY. SORRY GUYS. I actually froth Katy so hard and listen to Teenage Dream once a week so this is hard for me to say tbh.
Also how much money will you give me if it comes out that this moment was actually Katy having a serious issue getting back up and just being like “assist me, ples. PLES.”
Here’s more of the danger to shippings that are her giant wings.
I need to know how heavy they are. As heavy as two small children? Two large, mildly obese Great Danes? Two large men? I feel like Katy hits the gym enough that she could shoulder two large men.
While I will never say that I don’t hate this (I HATE IT! Did you know that I hate it?) I will say – you know what? You’re a big time celebrity with a lot of free money. It’s the Met Gala. May as well live your childhood dreams of being Icarus bc you were obsessed with Greek mythology and loved the Icarus story the most (I’m totally not projecting. No siree).
What I would GIVE to see her banging through the crowds inside with these on. I bet she hunts down her enemies and bangs ’em square in the noggin on purpose. I fucking would. “HERE I COME TAYLOR SWIFT, PREPARE FOR YOUR FUTURE NOSE JOB BITCH”.