Well ok Kesha, maybe it’s because you’re an auto tuned peice of shit who shouldn’t be famous, you have no Buisness being in the music industry, it’s not even your music you fuck, someone else wrote it for you to record and them to auto tune yourself. And it’s not at all good . It’s not positive either. So complain some more.
I don’t know if you know this, tumblr user koolkidseatgreens, but Ke$ha is a certified genius. She has an IQ over 140 and an SAT score of 1500. When she was younger she would go to the library and do research for fun. Ke$ha is a both feminist and an advocate for equal marriage/rights for people of any sexuality, being a queer woman herself.
Ke$ha is a smart, professional woman, and just because she sings songs about wanting to let loose and have fun every once in a while doesn’t make her a piece of shit.
Ke$ha’s songs are meant to point out the sexism in our media. She treats men the same way many men in the music industry treat women, and she is hated on for it. Relentlessly. She sings on multiple occasions about taking charge in a sexual relationship, of how she only uses men for their body parts. She sexualizes men to make them uncomfortable. She sexualizes men for a reaction, so that people can both see why women are so uncomfortable with their sexualization and also to point out the inequality between the sexes both in the media and in the world at large.
She is judged so harshly for singing about things that make many men famous.
If you listen to Ke$ha’s deconstructed album you will see that she actually has some talent, which may be hard to hear because she does in fact use a fair amount of autotune. This is because of her genre and because of the kind of music she chooses to create as an artist. Ke$ha may not write her songs, but this doesn’t mean she isn’t a good artist or a good person. This doesn’t mean she deserves your harsh words. Some singers are good at writing, but that’s hardly a requirement. Last time I checked whether or not you can sing has nothing to do with whether or not you’re a poet.
You should not be calling anyone a piece of shit, my friend, especially someone you’ve never sat down and had a conversation (or even taken the time to wonder about her feelings!), but if anyone deserves that kind of language it’s not Ke$ha.
You may think that by shaming women for expressing their sexuality and having fun every once in a while, that you are somehow abolishing sexism. That in weeding out the less ‘deserving’ women you are gaining our sex more respect. This is not the case, and the fact that you and many others feel such a strong need to shame this woman who has done nothing wrong, especially not to you, shows that we still have a very far away to go.
Um I’m just going to add, Ke$ha actually does write her own songs. For example, here’s her first album’s tracklist:
She has also written for other artists, probably most famously “‘Till The World Ends” by Britney Spears, which is part of why she’s on the remix of it. She wrote for years and was even the female voice on Flo Rida’s “Right Round” but refused to be credited because she didn’t want her first single to not be her own work. She spent years, starting at the age of 15, writing music before she came out with her album because she wanted to make sure it was all her own and all what she wanted to do.
You can even get all her unreleased music which, combined with her actual albums, is 10.3 hours according to my iTunes playlist. Some artists have been around for twice as long as her and haven’t written that many songs.
Not only have critics proclaimed she could be a country star if she ever leaves the pop music business (which is showcased on her unreleased track “Goodbye”), but she’s actually the daughter of a very talented country songwriter. Her music is actually fairly well praised by the music critics community and if you listened to any of her songs that her record won’t let her release as singles—“Last Goodbye”, “The Harold Song”, “Only Wanna Dance With You”, any of her ballads—she can write multiple styles of songs. She’s just stuck in a box of what she can release and then shallow minded people call her dumb for having fun.
That’s a big fuck you for hating Ke$ha.
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Oh boy, don’t even get me started on the portrayal of romance in mainstream media.It’s probably my No. 1 pet peeve. I loathe it with the burning passion of a billion supernovae. Mostly because it’s fucking EVERYWHERE.
Seriously, turn on the tv. Go to a bookshop. Listen to the radio. Everything is about love, love, love, and not any kind of love, romantic love. Romance is the ultimate everything, the ultimate goal - according to society, life without romance is empty and unfulfilling.
That’s a problem in and off itself, but it’s not even the focus on romantic love that makes me foam from the mouth, it’s the extremely narrow definition of what this “love” actually is: It’s when two usually white, conventionally attractive, able-bodied, young people want to bang each other at first sight and somehow end up in a codependent, emotionally unhealthy, unsubstantial, monogamous cishet relationship.
Not that there is anything wrong with monogamous cishet relationships, it’s just that not every person in the world is in one, wants to have one or could ever be happy in one, but those are the only positively portrayed relationships that infiltrate literally everything while stories about people of colour, disabled people, LGBT+ people and/or polyamorous people in love are either labelled “special interest” or used as a punchline/throwaway background event/cheap gimmick.
Even if you ignore all of that, romantic love is ridiculously romantised in our society. Love in fiction can do ANYTHING. It can end wars, break curses, overcome borders, end oppression, cure illnesses both mental and physical and save people from themselves.
Love in real life is nothing like that. So you fall in love. Sometimes you enter a relationship. Sometimes you don’t. Sometimes that relationship is happy, for many, many years or even forever. Sometimes it’s unhappy, unhealthy or even abusive. Sometimes you fall in love with the wrong person, someone who is bad for you or someone you are bad for and no amount of love can change that. Love doesn’t automatically bring out the best in you. Sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it brings out the worst in you instead.
Love is diverse. Love is very human, very flawed, very trivial. Some people don’t fall in love, but most people do it all the time. There is no magic involved. You don’t need to be in a romantic relationship to be happy, to be fulfilled, to be whole.
Yet that’s what stories tell you all the time. And it leads to people everywhere being disappointed with life because they have never had a fairytale romance. Teenagers wonder whether they will die alone simply because they haven’t been in a relationship yet at age 16 or even younger.
And so you fall in love and you enter a relationship and it’s a happy one. And because all of your life you have been told that you haven’t been whole until now. That this person that makes you happy better be the one. That you can’t live without them. But things don’t go the way they should t go and suddenly you’re unhappy. You split. And you blame your partner, demonise them like angry love songs told you to, blame yourself, try to change, think you’re going to die like sad love songs told you to.
And maybe a little bit of that is actually you, but most of it is just how you’ve learnt to love and react to love.
Still, there’s love stories everywhere. Every action flick, every crime procedural, every fantasy novel has a romance subplot that is completely superfluous to the rest of the story, but has to be there, because that’s just how things are.
They tell you the same story over and over again: Two people making googly eyes at each other upon their first meeting, exchanging meaningful glances, kissing tearfully in the pale moonlight, declaring that they can’t live without each other despite the fact that they barely know each other at all. Because that’s what romance is, at the end of the day: Empty phrases and superficial gestures mimicking a meaningful connection.
We all swallow it because we don’t know any better. But I’m sick of it. Sick of being excluded, otherised and erased, sick of being constricted and fed lies. Sick of being told that I’d be just half a person on my own.
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