While you’re in a clappin’ mood, I’d like to take a moment to complain about wealthy kids singing songs about being poor kids who are in love.  This trope has plagued our planet for far too long, particularly since the 90’s, except in the 90’s at least the songs rocked a little bit.  Now it’s all like double-your-emo in an empty swimming pool with magnetic poetry made out of those big colored letters they give to little kids and when two words rhyme you put that shit in.  In this way, the song remains vaguely suggestive to all potential listeners, simultaneously evoking imagery of either satisfied personal vengeance or abject despair, depending on the circumstances of the respective audience member.  Someone recently said to me that ‘Kesha has more right to be on today’s alternative stations than most of the people who are there’ and damned if that wasn’t spot-on accurate.