“E.T.” — Katy Perry feat. Kayne West

“Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction”

Despite the victimologic casting of this pending invasion, it would seem unfair to declare “space rape!” every time this song is played.  Even aliens can’t rape the willing.  By adding “wanna be a victim” to otherwise violent imagery, Katy Perry consents to the invasion, attempting to be the worst thing to happen to women since Rihanna .

However, is Katy’s proclaiming “take me” and “wanna be a victim” consent?  Katy opens this verse with “infect me with your love and fill me with your poison.”  Thus Katy may be ready and willing, but she will not go gentle into that good night.  By juxtaposing the negative  “infect” and “poison” with “love,” Katy suggests this “love,” i.e. the invasion, is toxic.  Categorizing “love” as toxic suggests that Katy is more passive than willing.   Katy’s passivity combined her possibly low IQ raises the question: if Katy is passive, and maybe a little bit dumb, is she capable of consent?  Without Katy’s consent to this invasion, I am justified in loudly declaring “space rape!” every time I hear this song.  Holla!

As if pornifying E.T.  wasn’t cringe worthy enough, Kayne West gives Debra Harry a run for her money busting out the following:

“I know a bar out in Mars
Where they driving spaceships instead of cars
Cop a Prada spacesuit about the stars (!?!?)
…
Tell me what’s next, alien sex
I’ma disrobe you, than I’mma probe you”

I finally understand how Evie from Out of This World came to be. Prada and probing, who could resist?

“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.