“Dinosaur” — Ke$ha

“You sit down, buy me a martini.
won’t go away my hips aren’t sinking
‘hey’ you say ‘wanna come with me?’
I’m about to barf, seriously”

I know that many haters have compared the musical styling of Ke$ha to watching clothed porn stars play Rock Band (TM).  Ok, maybe only I said that, but once I heard the above-referenced verse, I realized I erred in my judgment.

With the militant ferver of Emmeline Pankhurst, Ke$ha is THE trailblazing feminist of our generation.  Like Gloria Steinem’s political stint working as a playboy bunny, Ke$ha presents herself as playing the vapid sexy thang available to any older man (presumably of wealth) offering her a drink, only to co-opt the situation by subverting gendered expectations.

Ke$ha masterfully sets up the scene:  the man of advanced years sits down and buys her a sophisticated drink (no Apple Fuckers for this gentleman!) and simply expects to take home that which he has “purchased.”  Ke$ha does not submit, she refuses to allow her body and person be so commoditized (unless she is the is the one doing the commodifying).  In true Pankhurstian fashion, Ke$ha replies:  “I’m about to barf, seriously.”  In other words, Ke$ha is saying “I won’t let you into my body, dear man, but will allow what’s in my body, (i.e. stomach acid, booze and presumably french fries) to come out to you.”  Thus, Ke$ha uses that which is deepest inside her to come out, blazing a trail for all women.