I am not going to talk about Kesha’s stint in rehab. Partly because I don’t want to; partly because I don’t know if I can, not here, not on a music blog with tens of thousands of readers. The way I feel about it is private and complicated and sad, but also so, so proud. The thing about Kesha is that she’s always been very overtly about the pain of being alive in the world, in the way that only obfuscation and distraction can be truly honest, and I am so desperately, joyfully proud of her for overcoming this thing that was hurting her.
The poignancy of those who say publicly that they’re triumphing over demons lies not only in the triumph but also in the acknowledgment of the reality of demons, and anyone who would think less of Kesha for speaking so loudly about self-love while having an eating disorder is a heartless asshole who doesn’t understand a thing about human beings. Kesha is a survivor and Kesha has always been a survivor and she has always spoken to those who are trying to engage in the process of surviving. And that’s what it is: a process. A struggle. A fight. I think that it is a fight that Kesha can win; I think that it is a fight that we all can win, though we might not be the same when the battle is done.
And that’s okay! Change is a part of life and god knows that even within all her talk of living forever Kesha has always been an advocate of rebirth. She left rehab and she dropped the dollar sign in her name and sometime soon she will probably release her third album; this is the beginning of new life, and I look forward to it. I don’t know what it will be like, but I believe in it.
That said, below is a table of contents from this week. Thanks for having me.