“If men can talk about drinking in every awesome rock ‘n’ roll song and every awesome rap song, why can’t a woman? Just because I drink doesn’t mean I’m a drunk. Just because I have sex, and I’m not embarrassed doesn’t mean I’m a whore. If men can do it, why can’t a woman do it? I really feel one of my main reasons for being on this earth is to level out the playing field just a little bit.”
Say what you will about how Ke$ha and her “oh, this severed Sasquatch head? I just found it in my closet” schtick is massively, massively annoying. But ”Die Young” is a pretty rad song and I love how she’s speaking out against the double standard in pop music. Right on, sister. [College Candy]
I’ve had a new appreciation for Ke$ha ever since I heard the hauntingly (and disconcertingly) beautiful acoustic version of her latest party song, “Die Young,” but a part of me is relieved to see she hasn’t strayed too far from her crazy, clashing fashion roots. Shower in glitter, sleep in your car, and wear all the prints at once, but never change, Ke$ha, never change. [Photo: Splash News]
If you asked me three years ago whether I thought Ke$ha was a positive feminist role model for both myself and millions of other young girls belting out her bravado across the globe, I would have shot you a McKayla Maroney face with a slight “are you serious?” twist.
I was so unimpressed with her song “Blah Blah Blah,” I think I wrote an article about my musical nausea in my high school’s newspaper. However, after a friend played “Grow A Pear” a couple of years later, I found myself hysterically laughing throughout the full three minutes and 29 seconds. I had never heard a female artist sing about “dating a dude with a vag” or “[seeing his] man-gina.” Soon afterward, “Blind” became my anthem on repeat for almost all of 2011, and now my five other roommates and I cannot stop dancing on our dining room table to “Die Young.”
MTV announced Ke$ha as “perhaps the most empowering artist on the planet” in 2010, and Ashley Fetters from The Atlantic completely agrees, citing various passages from Ke$ha’s new autobiography, My Crazy Beautiful Life, about her rising feminist and widely influential antics. Keep reading »
Between my college course on the performativity of witchcraft, my thorough reading of the Malleus Maleficarum (in Olde English), my Bigfoot conspiracist boyfriend, my alien obsessed middle school teacher and my background in Jungian psychology, I have some thoughts on Ke$ha’s recent claim that she had sex with a ghost. Last week, while promoting her new single “Supernatural,” she told Ryan Seacrest on his radio show that she “had a couple of experiences with the supernatural. I don’t know his name! He was a ghost! I’m very open to it,” she revealed.
These alleged “experiences” happened while Ke$ha was on a “spirit journey” by herself. Meaning, she traveled around the world, lived on a boat and did stuff like rehabilitate baby lions and swim with sharks. I’ve never had the time, nor the funding, to go on a spirit journey, but trust, I would if I could. My version of a “spirit journey” was participating in a Native American sweat ritual and having a pendulum reading by a psychic. Same difference, right? While I’ve never had ghost sex of any kind, I have had some bizarre supernatural experiences myself. So, I’m going to give Ke$ha the benefit of the doubt here, but still temper it with some skepticism. Here are my theories about her claim that she had supernatural sex.