Family Show?

I am speechless, and for me–that’s saying something. I’m watching American Idol, and there’s this creature performing–Kesha. Her song is “Blah Blah Blah.”

At first I was fairly taken in by the beat of the music and the sheer funkiness of Kesha and her dancers–there was something of a train wreck quality to it that just held my attention. Gradually, though, I started to pay attention to what, exactly, she was singing, and I ended up Googling it to be sure I was hearing correctly.

Here’s one of the tamer stanzas–

Come on boy, get your rocks off

Come put a little love in my glove box,

Wanna dance with no pants on?

(Holler!)

Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox,

So cut to the chase, kid

Cause I know you don’t care what my middle name is

I wanna be naked,

And you’re wasted…

I mean, for real? On American Idol? I don’t personally feel like there’s a place for dross of this nature anywhere, but Idol? By all means, let’s expose our kids that are watching and voting for the requisite sixteen year-olds to hyper-sexual garbage. Let’s make sure our tween girls see this young woman and think it’s cool to be crass, slutty, and completely without subtlety and pride.

Yeah, that’s what I want my daughter to witness.

Whose brilliant idea was Kesha? Maybe all they heard was “blah blah blah.”