Whore. That’s what she is. But not a slut.
See, I don’t know what she does behind closed doors. I don’t care to know.
What she does in private doesn’t matter, really. What matters is what she does in public.
She muscles around in otherworldly cat outfits and 36-inch heels. Bleaches her hair, bobs her cut and wears an early 20th Century bathing suit when she appeared on American Idol.
She sports beauty marks the size of tea saucers. Writes staggeringly good songs about social outcasts. And nurtures millions of “little monsters” to great effect.