1 Comments

ke$haI have vowed to never pronounce pop star Ke$ha's name aloud as anything other than "Ke-ka-ching!-sha." Despite the 23-year-old's impressive track record, it would go against my entire belief system to validate the idiocy that is a pop star whose "talent" remains inconceivable without the assistance of Swedish songwriters, mega-producers, and -- most crucial to her "sound" -- Auto-Tune, the poor vocalist's desperate cry for help.

Furthermore, that senseless dollar sign in the middle of her name speaks volumes about just how pointless her placement is to the music she kind of sing-talk-raps??? (Apologies to all singers and rappers, btw.) Kesha Sebert is merely a body, reeking of tequila, cigarettes, and dried vomit (as we're lead to believe, because she's been publicly branded a "party girl"), covered in Native American headgear, shredded leggings, and glitter, from which she emits a maddening whine that has somehow captivated audiences.

Although it's nice to see she has a sense of humor about the whole "$" thing. But it still makes me want to douse my ears with a bottle of Jack.