KE$HA KONFU$ION

 San Luis Obispo's downtown nightlife has decided to adopt me as their Ke$ha lookalike. Quite frankly, Im not getting paid enough. 

     It first occurred in the lively Library Bar on a saturday night. There I was, dancing off the latest cactus cooler when a shriek scaled over the blaring techno music.

     "KE$HA?!! OMG ITS KE$HA!!"

Suddenly I was confronted by a very enthusiastic stranger who loved the flash of a camera. There was no convincing him that i was not his beloved singer, so as the music continued to pulse we promised to be best friends (the title of his number that became saved in my phone).
  
     Sure, I was flattered at the beginning. I had no idea who this Ke$ha person was and none of you can deny that being mistaken for a celebrity has the potential to be quite the compliment.
     Until, that is, I discovered these Youtube Videos:





Then, to make matters worse, I began to be informed of the similarities people connected us with:

• We both have crazy hair. In my defense, I respect my hair enough to let it run free - it has those rights. So no matter how many colors of blonde is in it, or how wavy and wild it gets, at least it is doing its own thing. 
• Our eyeliner loves to leave its mark. So what? Im having a good time.
• Often we do not have both of our shoes on. Yes, I lose my shoes occasionally when I go downtown. Have you tried walking home in knee high high heeled boots? You would of thrown them into a bush too! That is a story for another time though.
• The outfits we model tend to be black and.... random. Well, how else does fashion change? As for the color choice, I've never been a neat person. Black can cover accidental scrapes and spills till i get home.
• The dancing - Ive never claimed to be a pro. I feel i have to make up for it with a few more hair tosses and enthusiasm.... right?
• The common incident in where we end up on the floor or in a corner..... Ok, so for that one I have no defense.

There ARE differences which I would like to point out:

• Ke$ha is 6'1". Im 5'4". You do the math.
• I cannot stand glitter. Seriously. After a roommate's birthday party which involved several tons of glitter, I couldn't escape the stuff for months. Kesha has said that before every concert she and her band cover themselves in baby oil and roll in glitter. So while Ke$ha is constantly adorned with it, keep it away from me!
• She presented an award with Justin Beiber. If i ever got near the kid, i would enroll him back into Jr. High. 
• I crack mirrors if I even attempted to sing - I assume Ke$ha has some talent in this department.
• $$$ are the last thing i want to adorn my name with. They only remind me how little of it I have.

Sadly, do not assume that the incident mentioned previously is the sole occurrence of this mistaken identity -

1. My friends who were with me that night found it so hilarious, I now have several groups of friends using it as a "dear" nickname. ahem. I prefer not to hear "blah blah blah" every time i start to talk.
2. During Doppelganger week on facebook, a friend actually used one of my pics as her doppelganger, titling it as "Ke$ha". (If you have no idea what Doppelganger week is, find out more here http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/02/doppelganger-on-facebook_n_446636.html ).
3. Last Saturday on our my way back from downtown, I found myself chatting with, yet again, a random stranger. My friends, who were across the street, decided to yell their beloved nickname for me in an attempt to get me to catch up to them. The girl I was with stopped, looked at me excitedly and exclaimed " I just requested your haircut to my hairdresser!"

Sigh.

If downtown continues to claim me as their Ke$ha, at least buy me a drink. She might be making headway with her music, but my pockets are still those of a college kid - empty.

(This weekend Ke$ha will be making her debut SNL appearance as the musical guest)