Katy Perry’s boobs are in many ways analogous to Jennifer Lopez’s butt in the early aughts. It’s gotten to the point where the words “Katy Perry” immediately recall “breasts,” and not solely because of our own culture’s prurient nature, but because she can’t seem to stop talking about them, not to mention shooting things out of them and disguising them as other objects. Cue her Rolling Stone interview, out this week, which has her on the cover, shot by Terry Richardson, and those breasts dressed up as Hershey’s Kisses.

“I started praying for [breasts] when I was, like, 11,” she says. “And God answered that prayer above and beyond, by, like, 100 times, until I was like, ‘Please, stop, God. I can’t see my feet anymore. Please stop!’ I was a lot more rectangular then. I didn’t understand my body. Someone in sixth grade called me ‘Over-the-shoulder boulder holder.’ I didn’t know I could use them. So, what I did was, I started taping them down. How long did I tape them down for? Probably until I was about 19. And, no, I don’t have any psychological pain because of it.”

I’m fully aware of the irony that in a post titled, ‘Must We Constantly Discuss Katy Perry’s Breasts?’ I’m discussing Katy Perry’s breasts, but she started it!