Kesha

Kesha (Handout photo / June 12, 2013)

Is it that unreasonable of me not to download Ke$ha's song "Your Love is My Drug" for my 7-year-old daughter? A song that says she won't listen to her mother, that she's addicted and that she's like a crackhead?

Because my daughter is devastated. So devastated she didn't want me to read to her at bedtime, didn't want her normal back scratching and didn't even want the other Ke$ha song or the Selena Gomez song that I did download for her. (So sorry those won't be in heavy rotation in my house after all. I swear Selena's "na na na's" are just digitally looped over and over.)

It's one thing to hear Ke$ha's song on the radio occasionally or at a friend's house. It's not that big of a deal. But to go out of my way to get it, to pay for it, to burn it to a disc and present it to my 7-year-old to listen to over and over again seemed like the kind of thing I'd be tempted to do against my better judgement so my daughter would like me more.

So I stuck with my better judgement. And my daughter likes me less.

But the great thing about my kid is that when she wakes up in the morning she will likely be cheerful and happy. And probably perfectly satisfied with her newly downloaded song that goes a little something like this:

Hey dinosaur, baby you're pre-historic
Hey dinosaur, that's what you are HA
Hey carnivore, you want my meat I know it
Hey dinosaur, that's what you are HA
Yea, you're pretty old

Because that, my friends, is some quality, wholesome songwriting that any mother would be proud to share with her daughter. 


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