Miley Cyrus’s MTV Video Music Awards performance has “rubbed” many people the wrong way.
Some are shocked.
Some are angry.
Some are disgusted.
Would you like to know how I feel?
I feel sad.
I’m sad that Miss Miley felt that she had to dance hump her way around the stage in order for people to take her seriously as a grown up artist.
I’m sad that the media isn’t all over Robin Thicke’s ass for thinking it was fine for a much younger girl to have simulated bum sex with him as thousands of people watched on in awkward horror. It kills me to think of Jason Seaver’s reaction.
I’m sad that Miley Cyrus is actually a pretty good singer and that nobody cares.
I’m sad that twelve year old girls watched the VMA’s and then went into their bedrooms after Miley’s performance to practice their “twerk”.
I’m sad that twelve year old boys watched the VMA’s and then went into their bedrooms after Miley’s performance believing that any girl dressed in revealing clothing “wants it” and it doesn’t matter if she’s a “good girl”.
I’m sad that the media is all over “Twerkgate” while there are much more important things happening in the world.
You know what will cheer me up? Serving myself a heaping bowl of ice cream and watching some Breaking Bad.
Walter White makes everything better.
Maybe he should have a chat with Miss Miley?
People seem to really listen to Heisenberg.