Pop-star Ke$ha, showing off her DNA collection.

I’ve heard all the hate the haters have in them. “Ke$ha can’t sing!” they cry. “Ke$ha can’t dance!” they groan. “Ke$ha has no comprehensible reason for existing!” they assert. “Ke$ha needs to be chased around the yard with a power-washer and a bottle of Clorox!” they insist.

But now, seeing her covered in more little swimmers than the kiddie pool at the local rec center, I know the truth. Ke$ha is a role-model. An icon. A delightful slice of wonderful, sauteed in man-butter.

The only thing that could make this photo more awesome would be her deciding to use it as the cover for her next album.