Yeah, we know Kesha spells her name with a dollar sign, but we’re not going to do it. That’s just how much we loathe the girl, the world’s most unoriginal creation since the slanket ripped off the snuggie (or vice versa). The singer (oh, how it pains us to write that) was out in London last night looking like something Steven Tyler crapped out on the toilet.
There’s nothing creative, new or exciting about walking around in a zebra-print bodysuit (apparently in honor of her album Animal) holding a cane. Art school kids looking to express themselves have been dressing like that in every Bumf*ck, USA town for years, and here in New York we wear sh*t like that every day. Right now I’m in a stiletto boots, a leopard print bodysuit and a top hat – and those are my mothereffing pajamas. Can you hear me now, Kesha? My cat brushes her teeth with a bottle of Jack. Get.Over.Yourself.
[Photo: Splash News Online]
