Miley Cyrus continues her jet-propelled moment as the most famous woman of the next few months by doing absolutely nothing and everything all at once.
From crying at the iHeartRadio festival to everyone wondering if “Wrecking Ball” is about missing the hammer of Hemsworth to a brand new video where she raps about being naughty and getting high looking like a child bride that stole mommy’s scissors and took shelter in Lil’ Kim’s closet for just a few too many years.
She also made a surprisingly valid point about the VMAs in Rolling Stone this month:
“No one is talking about the man behind the ass. It was a lot of ‘Miley twerks on Robin Thicke,’ but never, ‘Robin Thicke grinds up on Miley.’ They’re only talking about the one that bent over. So obviously there’s a double standard.”
I think the question on everybody’s mind is, can she get more naked? I’m not talking about a sex tape or an offer from Playboy (not even nuns would raise an eyebrow), but her actually just walking out onto a stage holding a squirtgun full of Sparks and Four Loco with nothing but a parrot on her shoulder.
Also, will this sudden burst of fame last, because I was hoping for something shorter than Merritt Wever’s acceptance speech. Fortunately, I’m used to not getting what I want.
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