Because of the fuck up tumblr has made with my blog I am making a new one, cheshirechazzy. So don’t be alarmed if you randomly get a new follower and then loose one. It’s just me.
im a really shitty friend because ill ask you whats wrong but when you tell me i wont know what to say
on april fools day we should all change our icons to this
The post that started it all
*tour guide voice* and directly ahead you can see the origins of what is now known as the Mishapocalypse
Well ok Kesha, maybe it’s because you’re an auto tuned peice of shit who shouldn’t be famous, you have no Buisness being in the music industry, it’s not even your music you fuck, someone else wrote it for you to record and them to auto tune yourself. And it’s not at all good . It’s not positive either. So complain some more.
I don’t know if you know this, tumblr user koolkidseatgreens, but Ke$ha is a certified genius. She has an IQ over 140 and an SAT score of 1500. When she was younger she would go to the library and do research for fun. Ke$ha is a both feminist and an advocate for equal marriage/rights for people of any sexuality, being a queer woman herself.
Ke$ha is a smart, professional woman, and just because she sings songs about wanting to let loose and have fun every once in a while doesn’t make her a piece of shit.
Ke$ha’s songs are meant to point out the sexism in our media. She treats men the same way many men in the music industry treat women, and she is hated on for it. Relentlessly. She sings on multiple occasions about taking charge in a sexual relationship, of how she only uses men for their body parts. She sexualizes men to make them uncomfortable. She sexualizes men for a reaction, so that people can both see why women are so uncomfortable with their sexualization and also to point out the inequality between the sexes both in the media and in the world at large.
She is judged so harshly for singing about things that make many men famous.
If you listen to Ke$ha’s deconstructed album you will see that she actually has some talent, which may be hard to hear because she does in fact use a fair amount of autotune. This is because of her genre and because of the kind of music she chooses to create as an artist. Ke$ha may not write her songs, but this doesn’t meant she isn’t a good artist or a good person. This doesn’t mean she deserves your harsh words. Some singers are good at writing, but that’s hardly a requirement. Last time I checked whether or not you can sing has nothing to do with whether or not you’re a poet.
You should not be calling anyone a piece of shit, my friend, especially someone you’ve never sat down and had a conversation (or even taken the time to wonder about her feelings!), but if anyone deserves that kind of language it’s not Ke$ha.
You may think that by shaming women for expressing their sexuality and having fun every once in a while, that you are somehow abolishing sexism. That in weeding out the less ‘deserving’ women you are gaining our sex more respect. This is not the case, and the fact that you and many others feel such a strong need to shame this woman who has done nothing wrong, especially not to you, shows that we still have a very far away to go.
she actually does write a lot of her music too.
listen to goodbye by kesha and tell me she cant sing.
I know you’re thinking, “why the fuck did this crazy bitch put pictures of her nasty bedroom on tumblr?” Well, this is the cleanest my room has been in YEARS. I cleaned it all by myself and I am fucking proud of myself. My closet is empty, and all my clothes are currently on my bed. The carpet is stained from those years in elementary when I thought I could be a scientist, and my closet is empty.
I know it’s not much of an accomplishment, but to me, it was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.
While cleaning out my bedroom I found 73 razors. 3 lighters. 9 full pill bottles, and 2 pairs of scissors.
I am extremely proud of myself because although I was triggered beyond fucking belief, I did not use any of those tools. I am still clean, and that just makes me SO proud.
Cleaning through my room was so hard. I found letters that Damian and I wrote to each other- depressing letters. Those are all I have left of my best friend, and I regret that- but I still didn’t self harm or attempt.
I found notes from the kids at school. I found a note from first grade. FUCKING FIRST GRADE that said, “Riley, I didn’t want to stand in the line by you to go to the library because you smell weird and you look icky.” FUCKING FIRST GRADE!!! Yeah, I went through all those notes- because I saved them all in a binder in my closet.
I threw out the binder. It was hard but I did it.
I admit, I didn’t throw out the razors, lighters, scissors, or pills. I emotionally cannot handle letting those things go. BUT they are in a box that is locked- with a note over them saying, “think before you act.”
So yeah- it might look like stupid/weird/gross pictures to you, but to me…. It’s an accomplishment, and I am fucking proud- to the point where I’m like tearing up right now.
Recovery is possible, and I’m fucking recovering.
Oh my god…. Over 150 notes?! O_o guys, my bedroom is gross…. I mean, look at the stains! xD
