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Ke$ha - Tik Tok

I don’t wanna call this song “where it all began” partly because that seems like really bad writing, and partly because it’s not fully true, but this was certainly a song that hit the music scene like a cartoon man crashing straight through a wall and leaving a hole shaped like himself in his wake. This is the song that set up Ke$ha as someone who was never not making a joke, but somehow that message didn’t get through to a lot of people, who treated this song as some kind of deeply serious infringement upon good taste and Music. Then again, that’s totally the point, isn’t it, so good job, Kesha. (A good rule of thumb for people who hate Kesha: she is almost definitely smarter than you.)

But with all the talk about brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack and kick them to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger and the party don’t start til I walk in—that is, all the talk about how Kesha beautifully characterizes herself as a very specific kind of larger-than-life sleazy joyful party girl—something got lost in the middle. The middle got lost in the middle. I mean, the bridge of this song—it doesn’t have exactly the same tone, does it? We go from the party don’t stop woah woah oh oh to something a little more wistful, almost sad, not really kidding anymore. Something serious.

And that, I think, is the essence of Kesha: an incredible party shot through with a reminder of pain and confusion and sadness, and the idea that one of those things is happening because of the other.

You build me up / you break me down / my heart it pounds yeah you got me / with my hands up / you got me now / you got that sound / yeah you got me. This is not just about having a good time because life sucks; it’s not even really about escapism, exactly. It’s about how a lot of the most beautiful parts of life were created and loved because of the worst parts of life. It’s about how frivolity exists for a reason, and how empty fun is not empty at all. Nothing is ever really empty.

We are made by the things that happen to us, and at the same time we try to make ourselves. These two things are interlocked, and as much control as we have over who we are and what our lives are like, we cannot always have control. The party don’t start til I walk in, but you build me up, you break me down. There can be pain at the heart of any stupid joy. There can be helplessness at the heart of any steely intention. We are buffeted this way and that by even the things we choose; but at least we chose them. We do what we can. We try to be who we want to be.

(via kaybee-in-la)

Do you ever just roll around on the ground because you love children so much

this isn’t going to be funny to anyone who doesn’t know my roommate, but I just mentioned that that Attack on Crystal video is essentially becoming “Replay” for me, and she said “Yeah, I noticed you were watching it again and thought, Maybe I want to listen to ‘Replay.’”

baileyeverywhere:

I already reblogged a link to this but I’m just keeping it open in a tab to revisit periodically because it gives me such life and such strength

aaaaaand again.

I’m not shopping, I’m paying my card bill, but it’s nice to be reminded that old rich or famous dude/young hot chick continues to be something aspirational.

I’m not shopping, I’m paying my card bill, but it’s nice to be reminded that old rich or famous dude/young hot chick continues to be something aspirational.

Have you heard about the lady that pays crack addicts to get sterilized?

Jesus Christ, she started an entire organization.

I’M YELLING

I’M YELLING

I don’t really do selfies on this blog but I will make an exception for this stunningly faithful representation of me as a deer. It turns out that I love taiko.

I don’t really do selfies on this blog but I will make an exception for this stunningly faithful representation of me as a deer. It turns out that I love taiko.

I’m sorry, even I’m bored by these posts

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I am pretty sure YUI serves the same emotional purpose for me that TSwift does for my roommate and I’m pretty okay with that.

raspbeary:

importantbirds:

YES I producing the sensitive reporbs come back laterm

what is this animal cruelty that poor bird is being forced to use windows 8

raspbeary:

importantbirds:

YES I producing the sensitive reporbs come back laterm

what is this animal cruelty that poor bird is being forced to use windows 8

(via winesicles)

《可愛い子には旅をさせよ》
I'm Bailey, a small girl from a small town. I lived a year in Kyoto and I graduated from college in Chicago in 2010. I lived in Boston for almost two years but it was a wash. I moved back to Chicago in May 2012 to rebuild from the ground up. I am in a Master's of Divinity program at a frou frou East Coast university. I say "y'all." I like beautiful things, funny things, photography, Japan, and emoticaps. Left-leaning politics, left-leaning theology, vegan cooking, dresses. My friends call me Etsuko because I was named Etsuko when I started learning Japanese. You write it like 悦子 and it is a very good name. White, straight, cis, she, trying to be a good thinker and sayer and doer.日本語、一応話せます。どうぞ宜しくお願い致します♪

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