He used to run a G7 country. She sang about kissing a girl and loving it. One wrote policy papers, the other wrote Teenage Dream. And now, Justin Trudeau — former prime minister, liberal poster-boy, occasional box-jumper — has been spotted kissing Katy Perry , the candy-coloured high priestess of pop, on a yacht bathed in Californian sunshine. The photos were pure tabloid catnip: the ex-leader of a nation holding the woman who once asked the world if they ever felt like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind. Twitter had a field day. Instagram zoomed in. Meme accounts did what meme accounts do. Some called it romance. Others called it rebranding. And the rest of us just sat back and admired the absurd poetry of it all — the former face of Canadian liberalism falling for the queen o

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