party in the usa

last night i was out dancing for a friend's birthday (many happy returns, annabelle!) and one of the songs that came on was "party in the usa" by miley cyrus. not only is this just a plain, old bad song, it's the kind of bad song that drunken twenty-somethings don't really want to dance to at 2am.

the song created kind of an awkward lull in the bar, where we all just sort of looked at each other and sobered up a little bit. it gave me a chance to listen to the lyrics. (which you can go find on your own, since i am not wasting my newly accquired mad linking skillz to direct you to a miley cyrus video. i have standards.)

anyhoo, if you don't know the song, miley name-checks jay-z.

i don't know jay-z. i don't know what kind of music he likes to listen to. but i feel like maybe, just maybe, he really doesn't enjoy being name-checked by miley cyrus. additionally, i feel like it's the sort of thing beyonce might throw in his face if they were having a tiff. about whatever it is that hip-hop royalty has tiffs about. not making reservations at nobu? i'm drawing a blank.

jay-z: i thought you were calling nobu!
beyonce: i thought YOU were calling nobu!
jay-z: you always do this!
beyonce: party in the usa, asshole.