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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.

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Wednesday…. ?

6 Oct

Sometimes I feel like Glee is speaking to me. No, seriously. Like last night, when they were talking about spirituality and all of these things, and Mercedes said that you have to have something sacred in your life. I’m totally in this amorphous spiritual space right now, and I’m trying to figure out what that sacred is. If you haven’t watched Glee yet from last night, here is a link because you’re totally missing out on like half of the joy that could be existing in your life at this very moment : Grilled Cheesus. Yesterday, in the midst of this awesome meeting with a professor that also felt a little like a therapy session, I discovered that she, too, watches Glee. Amazing. Sometimes, though, Glee is exactly what I need. Yesterday I was a little on the sleepy side, so I listened to some Glitney (Glee Britney) whilst getting ready. I have to tell you. Putting on thigh-high sweater socks is totally different when listening to Artie tell you about how he’s so much stronger than yesterday. Glee is a part of the spectacle and the culture industry, I know, but there’s something about it that communicates to my soul, and I’ve decided that’s OK. Also, how did they know I prayed to a spaghetti monster with light shooting out of its boobs slash a grilled cheesus? Creepy…

In other news, it’s kind of cold here. I do like cold weather. It allows for all kinds of combinations of layers and tights, which I appreciate. Also, my favorite pair of shoes right now are purple sueded slouchey ankle boots which are only cold weather appropriate. However. Cold weather makes me think of Christmas (since it only ever gets cold right before the holidays, and sometimes only after New Year’s in the TX) and Christmas makes me think of white lights on campus. Every year at my alma mater, a private Catholic school, there is a magical period of time between Thanksgiving and the winter break. During this time, thousands of shiny white Christmas lights are strung all over campus. They go around the trees and the buildings, and at night its like walking through a magical fairyland. I am kind of agnosticish right now, and have been for a while, but there is something so reassuring about those Christmas lights at night. Now I’m in the northeast, and I know that at public schools they don’t decorate for Christmas, and I completely understand that. It does make me a little sad, though, that there will be no magical winter fairyland during finals.

Speaking of things that I find randomly reassuring, I was at a coffee shop doing homework with one of my new friends, Amanda. I don’t even remember what we were talking about, but some part of the conversation involved me, a 22 year old graduate student, turning to her and saying very matter-of-factly, “God put the rainbow in the sky as a sign of His promise never to flood the world again.” Like I was stating some objective scientific fact. Amanda, a proud Jew, burst out laughing. She then told me that this is not in the Old Testament, which led to a 48 hour crisis of non-faith when I thought I had been lied to as a child. Eventually we realized that it is in the Old Testament (in Genesis 9: 13) that God says He will set his “bow” in the clouds. So we may have taken a little creative license, but there is something so reassuring and good about rainbows to me. A lot like the white lights in December at good old St. Ed’s.

My excellent and lovely friend, who has a hilarious and awesome wordpress blog as well, loves everything about Christmas. So, she has decided to do a twelve weeks of Christmas theme where she brings up something awesome and Christmasy every week until Christmas. I was trying to think of what I could do in that vein, and first I thought I should do something celebrating the 90th anniversary of giving women the right to vote. In that vein, here is a copy online of the petition signed by Susan B. Anthony. Awesome! My theme, however, is going to be Twelve Weeks of Whedon, paying homage to the most awesome director and creator… ever. This week, the original unaired pilot episode . Or, if you only have like two minutes, a little clip from something I like to call Season 6 Episode 8:

catch you on the flip side,

me