I do not have any particular drama currently—at least not of the caliber afflicting Ms. Mary J. here—I don’t think three nights of terrible sleep induced by Female Type Body Things counts—but I feel it is important that we all take a moment to remember that this song is wonderful.
I am bingeing on all of my The National (and holy jeez do I love the awkwardness of the first part of this sentence) today because I will not be able to get Trouble Will Find Me until tonight, and I have purposefully not heard any of it yet, and don’t you DARE come over here and make me listen to their Letterman appearance, because I want to be SURPRISED.
"Oh, but first, it’s Ke$ha. So here’s the deal: Sometimes I think Ke$ha is some kind of genius zillionth-wave feminist and sonic innovator; other times I think Ke$ha is what would happen if the woman who sang “Short Dick Man” updated her studio equipment and read every third word of Camille Paglia’s Vamps & Tramps. In the final analysis, her music is pure hedonism and joy the likes of which we haven’t seen since 1984-era Van Halen, and I don’t remember the New York Times analyzing David Lee Roth’s crazy bullshit. I don’t know what Ke$ha is and neither do you and neither does she, and we should all stop thinking about it so hard and just dance. May I buy you an energy drink and vodka?"