From her vacuous sneer to her make-up smear, from her artless songs to the artless lurch of her hips (an attempt to manufacture sexy, but success only in suggesting a pimply-faced debutante's first awkward, and way over-compensatory, exploration), from her perpetuation of dysfunction to her contribution to the dumbing down of society, from her flaccid vocal chops to the dollar sign she's jammed into her name (and all that it implies...or tries to), Ke$ha's longevity, her staying power, her impact on the current Zeitgeist, is a reason to float away like a butterfly.
A butterfly who's lucky not to have had its nebulous wings ripped off...
