Don’t blame me. It’s your fault. Yes, you. You buy her records.
I don’t.
Obviously, you watch crap like the MTV Video Music Awards.
Somebody does. I most certainly don’t.
You wrote about it on your blog, or talked about it on Facebook. You must, because somebody does. Okay, so I finally broke down and wrote about her too, but only in reaction to her first post-show interview. But I only intend to divulge the cure for crap like this that poses for entertainment, make my point, and move along; no dwelling on this subject.
Here’s the secret to putting an end to these lurid displays: turn the channel. Don’t buy that CD. Avert your eyes from that train wreck.
If I’m never as famous as Miley Cyrus is today, please listen and believe me as I give thanks to God.
Whoever coined the phrase “ignorance is bliss” certainly had a valid point. The less I knew about the Miley Cyrus performance at the VMA, the better.
Only a few years ago, my granddaughter idolized Miley Cyrus, at least in her Disney persona, Hannah Montana. 
What in God’s name happened to Miley?
I never watched the Disney program, of course, but my daughter assured me the show was harmless, wholesome entertainment.
Thankfully, I also didn’t watch Miley Cyrus perform her infamous “twerking” soft porn dance routine at the VMA, neither harmless or wholesome. It was nothing short of pathetic and disgusting.
What message did that send to young and impressionable minds?
Now if you were as blissfully ignorant about this twerking phenomenon as me, this video may help. Jae Tracie offered a hilarious demonstration of how to twerk in public.
Frankly, I didn’t need to watch the extended “rerun” of Miley’s VMA act on You Tube to get the general idea of what got everybody so hot and bothered — basically she gave Robin Thicke an upright lap dance on national television.
Even a still photo showed more than enough.
Apparently while twerking, Miley impressively wagged her tongue in a way that surely would have made Gene Simmons proud — assuming he’d lost all his self respect, too.
The few seconds of Miley’s antics that I wasn’t able to avoid watching have been virtually impossible to erase from my mind ever since, and of course, I don’t mean that in a good way.
To my disappointment, it seemed like at least a dozen friends on Facebook had something to say about her shameless publicity stunt.
Yet it worked. Her song “We Can’t Stop” tops the British singles charts, as of today.
Mission accomplished. And I blame all of you who helped spread the virus.
The really sad part is that the debacle was completely unnecessary. Miley didn’t need to make a total fool of herself just to draw attention.She was a twenty-year-old multimillionaire, already hounded by the paparazzi in private life.
Usually, when a woman that scantily clad desperately gyrates her backside against a man’s pelvis in such a provocative manner, she’s expecting to earn her fifty dollars the hard way.
Miley was only acting like a hooker. How many tricks do you think a real prostitute must turn in order to gross in excess of a hundred million dollars?
Frankly, I wasn’t the least bit surprised, just disappointed to note that comments from her first interview after the debacle were filled with pride.
Miley bragged that she had made “history” with her performance. She said,
What’s amazing is I think now, we’re three days later and people are still talking about it. They’re over thinking it. You’re thinking about it more than I thought about it when I did it. Like, I didn’t even think about it ’cause that’s just me.
It is amazing, to believe Miley actually does think. I actually sort of feel sorry for her. Look, I’m no prude, but enough is enough. And that performance was way too much. She certainly didn’t put any thought into how a grandfather like me would react to a live sex act on national television.
At the moment, I don’t think very many would accuse her of over thinking about anything.
And I’d rather never mention or think about that performance, ever again.
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