Perhaps it's just the bitter end of a long, crushing day, or possibly the unshakable gloom of my post-Blankenship hangover, but Katy Perry on Sesame Street is just about the last thing my brain is prepared to reckon with this evening. But there it is -- rather, there she is, all cleavage and cloy, bubble-gum grill, stalking around in pursuit of Elmo. There's something curiously bothersome about this, and not necessarily that Perry went tweeting F-bombs just days ago when her fiancé punched out photographers. It's probably best spoken in screencaps:
