ugh

18Feb10

I would like somebody to give me one good, valid reason why Kesha exists.

Is this real life?

Congratulations, everybody. This is what you consider music nowadays.

I mean. This is hard for me to admit, but TiK ToK kind of grew on me. A lot. To the point where I started informing everybody that “The party don’t start ‘til I walk in” is my new personal motto. And I listen to a few of her other songs (Like Kiss N Tell and, ugh, Blah Blah Blah), but, just…

Really?

And with other classic gems like “Fuck Him (He’s a DJ)” and “Friday Night Bitch Fight,” it’s already clear that if you look up “classy” in the dictionary, Kesha (I refuse to acknowledge the “ironic” dollar sign in her name) would never be the picture beside the definition.

More examples?

Another song is a love letter to a teacher (I can’t put a finger on what’s so sexy, and why I want you in my bed or on your desk), a charming tale of how she got wasted and subsequently sick in a certain heiress’s closet (I threw up in Paris Hilton’s closet. I got drunk and completely lost it) and, last but not least, “Stephen” … a song about a boy that she openly admitted to hardcore stalking.

She’s trying way too hard to be edgy. I never thought I would be able to honestly say this, but she’s worse than Megan Fox.

Just… stop.

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