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Oh, Ke$ha. You so classy.

31 Mar
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oh, ke$ha. you so classy.

All right. Recently I have been accused of being “deathly serious” about Ke$ha. I have to say, I probably agree. The amount of investment I feel in the eventual music video interpretation of cannibal is kind of ridiculous. (Ke$ha! We’re waiting! Do it now!) I may or may not have developed such a reputation that every Friday at the den , whenever Ke$ha comes on, it is associated with my spastic expression of my love of Ke$ha through dancing. (Those who knew me in college might remember this same experience with “Low” by Flo Rida. Hott like a toaster, y’all!) I can’t claim that I “just like to dance” to her, because I actually listen to my favorite tracks off of Animal and Cannibal while walking around in everyday life. I especially like listening to Blow on the bus and imagining everyone dancing around like James Van Der Beek in that epic of crazy what the fuck that is the music video. This is all very surprising, because as recently as new year’s eve I was still rocking the “Ke$ha is a trashy Lady Gaga” line. I can’t tell you when it happened, how, or why, but I do blame my friend’s epic new year’s mix… I became a real, I want to see the dirty glittery awful concert mess, hand me that glitter eyeshadow, will they please play more ke$ha now? fan.

I was at the Radigal’s conference last Saturday listening to an honors student’s senior thesis. She was looking at the portrayal of Italian Americans in reality TV, specifically The Jersey Shore, Cake Boss, and Real Housewives of New Jersey. Her analysis was fascinating, and (no surprise) these shows provided a lot of data to work with. One of the points that really stuck with me was about excess. She was particularly talking about Jersey Shore at this point. She mentioned that someone from MTV said that Jersey Shore saved the channel with its popularity, and asked, what is it that draws us to these characters? One of her conclusions was that in this recession, when we’re encouraged to be austere, a show where all of the people on it are living at the extremes of excess is an escape.

This got me to thinking about Ke$ha. Her songs don’t attempt greatness by any means. Her very first song plunged us all head first into her trashy, dirty, glittery party lifestyle. I mean, she wakes up in a bath tub and then ends the day partying.

When I first heard this song, I had little to no love for it at all. I didn’t really start to associate it with anything positive until my friends and I became known for closing karaoke at pluckers with our own special rendition. (It was amazing. We were so fierce. When we forgot to do it, other people would request it. No lie.) Ke$ha has a few tracks that deal with something other than being totally wasted and at a club, like Stephen and The Harold Song,  but for the most part, Ke$ha just wants to talk about having an epically dirty, glittery time. Let’s continue our stroll down music video lane, shall we?

Ke$ha claims her sexuality. Meet her in the back with the jack and the jukebox, and you’d probably better stop talking, thx.

Ke$ha loves you. Waaaaay more than crack. But maybe not Jack. Or that elephant she’s riding.

Ke$ha has a secret: she is made of glitter on the inside. Oh, and she wants you to take it off.

More glitter. You need it when you’re hittin on dudes this hard.

Ke$ha gets classy and tells James Van der Douche who is boss. By the way, this place about to blow.

Now that your brain is thoroughly saturated with glitter, jack, and electropop, lets get serious. Ke$ha has had success despite the lack of substance in her subject matter, and as I said before, I’m totally one of her fans. As I sat considering the excess of the Jersey Shore, Ke$ha and her parties slammed into my mind. It is a different kind of excess: it doesn’t have to cost any money, and Ke$ha is usually pretty direct about that. It just needs to be full on partying, so your body can go numb and you can dance to the beat of the dumb dumb drum, hit on dudes hard, take it off, and fight til you see the sunlight. There are no problems as long as you’re present and have a beer, unless you’re waiting for Stephen to call you back. Ke$ha, like the Jersey Shore, is an escape. No wonder so many people identify with her music. (And identify they do. Just check out all of the fan pictures on her website in response to We R Who We R: http://www.keshasparty.com/us/photos/we-r). There is no 9% unemployment rate, and there are no budget cuts. Just glitter, a DJ you should be all up on, and the sweet beats of Ke$ha.

Either that, or her music is full of subliminal messages that just make you dance. Whatever it is, I’m a fan.