The cold's not gone and the article's way past due, so it's lucky I learnt something in the early hours of this oppressively hot spring day:
Miley Cyrus is Billy Ray Cyrus' daughter.
In case you don't know, Miley Cyrus is otherwise known as Disney starlet Hannah Montana, and has been touted as the new Britney Spears (a recent South Park episode demonstrated the grim consequences this might have for her). Britney became the acceptable face of paedophilia, prancing around in a school uniform in her first video. Miley's tried a similar trick, posing in a sheet for Vanity Fair, or Rolling Stone, or some magazine that really should know better. There has been outcry over the picture because Cyrus is only 15. I wonder when people think it would be acceptable? Give it 12 months.
The one saving grace for Miley, who is officially changing her name to, um, Miley Cyrus from her birth name, Destiny Hope (yeesh), is that her uber-hick one-hit-wonder pa hasn't seen the magazine yet. I don't know how she could break it to him. I guess she could tell his lips. Possibly his fingertips. But she should probably steer clear of telling his achy, breaky heart...
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