Ke$ha

I went through a phase in 10^th and some of 11^th grade, where I had a superiority complex. I know right, a 16 year old who thinks they’re better than everyone else, unheard of. I didn’t interact with people, I rolled my eyes a lot and, this might be the most important thing, I didn’t listen to the radio.

“Oh, I’m infinitely cooler than everyone else around me. I refuse to conform to your standards Q102, let me just pop in my iPod head phones to my lap top as I listen to something you’ve probably never heard of on youtube.” I was so much fun to be around.

Not going to lie, not too much has changed. I mean, the over all attitude is a complete 180 but I still don’t interact with people and I remain to this day a huge fan of eye rolling.

But the radio. Oh the radio.

I’m such a radio whore. Past me would be disappointed. Let me just say that I party hard to just about every song that Kiss 101.7 dishes out. Not that big a fan of OMG or Cooler Than Me, but If I Had You just might be the greatest song of all time. I would be lying if I said that all the music was quality, because it so isn’t, but that doesn’t stop me from liking it. I’ll listen to pretty much anything, and while I can’t help but feeling like they’re preparing me for some kind of mass brainwashing, I enjoy every moment of it.

But I draw the line at Ke$ha. Or Key-dollarsign-HA! As some (*cough*MichaelBuckley*cough*) like to call her. The moment I heard Tik Tok, was the moment I understood nothing. It was the day the music died. It was the day that I lost hope in not only humanity, but myself.

Because as much as 15 year old Kirsten was banging on the walls of the Super Ego, and as much as I knew it was complete and total crap, *dramatic pause* I liked it.

I’m not entirely sure what separates this song from the other crap they like to pump out, but I have some ideas.

It might be the demographic to which it appealed. I’m pretty sure when it got big there was a group of people, of whom I was not particularly fond, who had it as their status every other day.

It might be the complete and utter lack of a point. So we’re partying? Ok, awesome. You could have just said that instead of wasting 3 minutes and 35 seconds of my life.

And it might just be Key-dollarsign-HA! herself. I’ll discuss that later on in the post.

That was my brain talking. But all my body could say was *moves to funky groves*. (It’s a little difficult for my body to speak. “Haven’t you heard the word of your body?” *Tangent*).

It was just a really unfortunate position for me. Like, I really feel like if I met Key-dollarsign-HA! in a social situation I wouldn’t like her too much. She looks like she probably doesn’t bathe, and might be a little bit of a whore. I’ve also heard that she’s super smart or something. She got like a perfect SAT and got into Columbia. But the vacant look behind her eyes gives me the impression that she wouldn’t be that interesting to talk to.

But her music is so catchy. I feel bad.

The newish song “Take it Off” is awful, crude and uses a pre-existing tune, I cannot help myself from doing my car dance whenever it comes on.

Curse you Ke$ha and your sick, dirty, catchy beats.

I need to go listen to some Lady Gaga just to get this stench off of me.