I have good news for all my female friends and readers.
I no longer have the time or energy to hate Lady Gaga.
In recent years, the vast sea of hatred on which my cynicism fleet would set sail has been reduced to a stream of contempt with a few agitation leaves floating in it. Which is to say, I’m a much more peaceful and positive guy than in years past. Since the spite well is shallower these days, I have to be careful for whom/what I pour forth cups of wrath.
The new target of my strenuous disapproval is one Kesha (or, more annoyingly, Ke$ha). This young pop-princess has penned and performed such thought-provoking arias as
“Blahblahblah” and “Tik Tok”. Sporting revolutionary lyrics such as “Don’t be a little bitch with your chit-chat/just show me where your dick’s at”, Ke$ha seeks to turn the music industries sexual double standard on it’s ear. Instead of just letting men in pop and hip-hop music use auto-tuned drivel to objectify young girls in need of attention, she takes it to the next level by actively pursuing being objectified as if it somehow makes it different. Man is a lustlful, warmongering, idiotic creature who will ride you hard and hang you up wet. Pretending to welcome it doesn’t make it any better.
So here’s to you Ke$ha, for murdering a little piece of my belief in humanity with each spin of your awful record. Lady Gaga appreciates your art, because it sucks so bad that it makes me buy into the idea that (compared to you) maybe Lady Gaga is the genious that 20 something women make her out to be.
