Ke$ha is proud of her vagina and is also close with her mom, Pebe Sebert. “But think, Ke$ha,” she said to herself one day while riding an inflatable dolphin in a swimming pool full of glitter and PBR, “How can I combine them?” And like the bolts of lightening she paints on her face, it hit her: “I’ll write a song about my vagina with my mom.” I’ll let Ke$ha take over from here. As quoted in The Huffington Post:
[My latest single 'Gold Trans Am'] began as a song about my car, which is a gold Trans Am, and it works about 40 percent of the time. I don’t have another car because I love that one so much. But then like all great pop, it became a metaphor for something else — my pussy.
Good heavens, of COURSE! By George, she’s got it!
My vagina is in tip-top working order. Valeted and souped-up and working 100 percent of the time.
I’m confused. You just said your car didn’t work very well but then your car turned into a vagina so then wouldn’t your vagina work like your car? What the hell am I even typing right now?
We [my mom and I] write songs about boys and sex together. That may not be normal to the average psychiatrist out there but I think it’s pretty cool.
“Now that we’ve done that, let’s get a mother-daughter pap smear, in case we want to do a concept album.”
To get this out of the way, I actually have no problem with Ke$ha. I think ‘Tik Tok’ is one of the best pop songs ever written. I defended that here and I’ll defend it forever, which is ridiculous, because I shouldn’t have to defend liking a song, but apparently liking anything about Ke$ha means that you are on the bottom rung of society. I feel like any time I say I like a pop song or a pop artist, I have to then post an Instagrammed photo of my vinyl collection to even it out.
Nothing says cutting edge like Billy Joel.
I’m pretty close with my mom and always have been. For a while the two of us were roommates, just a couple of single gals living together. That could get kind of weird in the sense that, well, we’re both dating, we’re both adults, and um, are you going to be home tonight? You know? She also reads my blog even though I’ve asked her not to, because of things that happen like this:
MOM: I read that post about men, was that all about [name redacted here]? Did you guys finally sleep together?
ME: MOM. NO. JESUS. YOU DIDN’T READ IT CORRECTLY. Why are you even reading it? Why do you want to know that stuff about me?
MOM: I love reading what you write.
ME: Mom STOP reading my blog, it’s weird. There are lots of other things I write that you can read. And if you want to know about my personal life, just call me.
MOM: Okay.
[A few weeks later this happens again.]
Of course there’s nothing I can do, if she wants to read my blog, she can read it. It’s on the Internet. Anyone can read it. I just wish my mom (and dad) opted not to. I once had to make a post that said simply, “DAD STOP READING THIS BLOG.”
This isn’t my dad, this is Woody Allen, but it’s close enough.
So, no, I don’t go quite as far as being “Ke$ha close” with my mom, but we are close and I do wonder sometimes if it’s weird that we have those best friend moments in addition to mom and daughter moments. Honestly, when I need guy advice, she’s one of the first people I ask, but I don’t describe my sex life to her and she has no idea what sort of car my vagina would be.
Are you “Ke$ha (or even just Kesha) Close” with your mom (or dad)?
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