Yes, I know.. K-chinga is in rehab for who knows what.. and she has haunted vagina. I guess that happens when you carry the torch of the Illuminati.. But by God, her ‘singing’ TIMBER with Pitbull just makes me want dance. Of course reading the urban dictionary of what timbering actually means, I don’t everyone would have an abundant love for the tune. Nonetheless, when the hell did we care what songs meant anyway!?
HAPPY SATURDAY
Ouch! An article slams Katy Perry, and a lot more: Katy Perry - The Boredom Of Whoredom
While it’s a nasty article, it’s extremely well written and after I was done, I couldn’t help but nodding in some sort of ‘old man’ sense of agreement.
The quote from TakiMag’s article that stuck with me the most:
Today, Katy Perry is married to former sex addict Russell Brand and dances around a Candyland gameboard dressed like Bettie Page shooting whipped cream out of her tits. Millions of little girls love her, filling arenas to max capacity. Some of them even got up onstage the other night to sing along:
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
I have a son now… I have a child. A true child. Someone who will hear these words and maybe ask me what they mean. So forgive me for my sudden prudishness, but now I question some of pop culture.
When I walk around a store and see lingerie-type underwear for young girls I wonder if pedophiles are behind it.. I wonder if the guy looking at my son at a supermarket is … someone that should stay away. I am protective. Which is natural. So when I hear Katy Perry’s words, I think different as a dad than I would has a non-dad.
But sorry… I still like Ke$ha. Don’t know why.
In the end, I just hope my son likes my taste in music: Billy Joel, Native American, Rag Time, Simple Plan, Lady Gaga, 70s and .. yes, Kesha.
