Do you like me? Circle yes, no, or you're a bit to old and a girl for my taste.
Because I’ve been stuck in a car for about six hours with two guys who have been talking about computer stuff for, oh let’s say 70% of that time, I feel the need to make a little confession. Also, talking to myself through this thing feels like the closest thing I have to a conversation on my level. I.e. that doesn’t involve making really old jokes about internet fads that came and went almost ten years ago (all our base are belong to us anyone?). So, it’s like 2am, we’re on the last leg of our trip, and I am going to bare my heart to you all. Are you ready? Here it is:
I love Miley Cyrus.
No, I am not kidding. I think she is the best thing since canned beer, or sliced bread depending on who you ask. And since I’m asking myself why I love her so much I’m going to tell you that it’s because she’s so darn sweet I just can’t help myself.
To set myself up, I didn’t buy into Britney or Christina. I most certainly didn’t care for Miss Lohan. And Hillary Duff? Sister, please, I wouldn’t touch that annoying piece of sparkly shit if you paid me in tequila. And I’m a girl who loves her tequila. Mmmm margaritas.
Suffice it to say, I was very surprised when I realized I had not only developed a crush, but it was a crush on someone 10 years my junior. It all started with that damn song. That damn catchy song that I couldn’t get out of my head. You all know it if you paid attention to any sort of pop culture, or babysat elementary school aged kids. “See you again” was on all the freakin’ time. At first I was “forced” to listen to it. The girls on my swim team loved it and played it on their Ipods. I slowly made this transition to the Top 40 station and it was played every other hour. I would hear it at work. I would hear it on the drive home. I would hear it playing out the freaking window while I was walking down the street. Soon, it was in my head and I was singing broken parts of it to myself and I knew I had to have it.
Okay, what I like about this song was that it wasn’t her pretending to be twenty something. It’s exactly how I remembered high school flings playing out. You know, from TV, because I participated in no flings until after I graduated. College. Please hold while I weep a little.
Anyway, she just stood out to me because she wasn’t singing about getting married, she wasn’t singing about dancing like a hoe at a club, or getting drunk, or getting fucked up the butt. It was about meeting a guy, getting a little nervous, worrying about it, and pursuing him. And I know she most likely didn’t write it, and I also know that she probably uses a ton of voice make better machines, as I like to call them, to sound so amazing, but that just doesn’t matter to me, because she is not being a total hoe like all the other young starlets out there.
Also, her songs, that I have heard, aren’t based on some idiotic romance where the two lovers kill them selves. I’m talking to you Taylor Swift. Just because you think you’re hot shit, and super romantic for comparing your :gasp: forbidden romance to Romeo and Juliet and but deciding that you need to make it end happy. That’s just a douchey move there Swift, and I’m watching you now.
Back to more important matters. This Miley thing was something I thought would pass. I could enjoy the song when it came on, but move on. This was not to be. Cierra, and for that matter Ava and Marena, were in love with Hannah Montana as I came to find out when I returned home that summer and began babysitting them. So, I got treated to the whole album AND watching the tv show more times than you could count. This only furthered the delusion that she is a sweet girl who just stumbled into fame, and isn’t just another pawn in her father’s grasp at stardom. I’m going to share this secret with you guys. The show made me laugh. A lot. And when I would be at home on Saturday mornings and it came on, I wouldn’t get up and change it. I also wouldn’t fight my mom to leave it on when she deemed it too stupid to watch, but that was to maintain what little dignity I have left.
So, I just want to tell Miley to remain her sweet, good natured self. Be willing to make a little fun of yourself. Keep what’s private, private. And for goodness’ sake be as classy as possible. I know there was some controversy in the past with some picture of you and Billy, but I think if you stay on task we can make sure that that silly thing never happens again. Also, those LA paparazzo just don’t understand what country love is. They’re too busy being PC and catching celebs doing odd, or even more oddly, normal things like groceries, that they just don’t understand that different families show affection differently. I’m just saying, I know where you’re coming from, and I want to see the best from you. I most certainly don’t want you to turn into Lohan or the Olsen twins. And You should definitely stay away from the shit that Britney’s been pulling. Also, by keeping your personal life a mystery, it makes you more desirable. While you’re climbing the charts, they want to know what beds you’ve climbed into(did you catch that sweet pun? It works multiple ways because of her song too!).
I love Miley Cyrus.
No, I am not kidding. I think she is the best thing since canned beer, or sliced bread depending on who you ask. And since I’m asking myself why I love her so much I’m going to tell you that it’s because she’s so darn sweet I just can’t help myself.
To set myself up, I didn’t buy into Britney or Christina. I most certainly didn’t care for Miss Lohan. And Hillary Duff? Sister, please, I wouldn’t touch that annoying piece of sparkly shit if you paid me in tequila. And I’m a girl who loves her tequila. Mmmm margaritas.
Suffice it to say, I was very surprised when I realized I had not only developed a crush, but it was a crush on someone 10 years my junior. It all started with that damn song. That damn catchy song that I couldn’t get out of my head. You all know it if you paid attention to any sort of pop culture, or babysat elementary school aged kids. “See you again” was on all the freakin’ time. At first I was “forced” to listen to it. The girls on my swim team loved it and played it on their Ipods. I slowly made this transition to the Top 40 station and it was played every other hour. I would hear it at work. I would hear it on the drive home. I would hear it playing out the freaking window while I was walking down the street. Soon, it was in my head and I was singing broken parts of it to myself and I knew I had to have it.
Okay, what I like about this song was that it wasn’t her pretending to be twenty something. It’s exactly how I remembered high school flings playing out. You know, from TV, because I participated in no flings until after I graduated. College. Please hold while I weep a little.
Anyway, she just stood out to me because she wasn’t singing about getting married, she wasn’t singing about dancing like a hoe at a club, or getting drunk, or getting fucked up the butt. It was about meeting a guy, getting a little nervous, worrying about it, and pursuing him. And I know she most likely didn’t write it, and I also know that she probably uses a ton of voice make better machines, as I like to call them, to sound so amazing, but that just doesn’t matter to me, because she is not being a total hoe like all the other young starlets out there.
Also, her songs, that I have heard, aren’t based on some idiotic romance where the two lovers kill them selves. I’m talking to you Taylor Swift. Just because you think you’re hot shit, and super romantic for comparing your :gasp: forbidden romance to Romeo and Juliet and but deciding that you need to make it end happy. That’s just a douchey move there Swift, and I’m watching you now.
Back to more important matters. This Miley thing was something I thought would pass. I could enjoy the song when it came on, but move on. This was not to be. Cierra, and for that matter Ava and Marena, were in love with Hannah Montana as I came to find out when I returned home that summer and began babysitting them. So, I got treated to the whole album AND watching the tv show more times than you could count. This only furthered the delusion that she is a sweet girl who just stumbled into fame, and isn’t just another pawn in her father’s grasp at stardom. I’m going to share this secret with you guys. The show made me laugh. A lot. And when I would be at home on Saturday mornings and it came on, I wouldn’t get up and change it. I also wouldn’t fight my mom to leave it on when she deemed it too stupid to watch, but that was to maintain what little dignity I have left.
So, I just want to tell Miley to remain her sweet, good natured self. Be willing to make a little fun of yourself. Keep what’s private, private. And for goodness’ sake be as classy as possible. I know there was some controversy in the past with some picture of you and Billy, but I think if you stay on task we can make sure that that silly thing never happens again. Also, those LA paparazzo just don’t understand what country love is. They’re too busy being PC and catching celebs doing odd, or even more oddly, normal things like groceries, that they just don’t understand that different families show affection differently. I’m just saying, I know where you’re coming from, and I want to see the best from you. I most certainly don’t want you to turn into Lohan or the Olsen twins. And You should definitely stay away from the shit that Britney’s been pulling. Also, by keeping your personal life a mystery, it makes you more desirable. While you’re climbing the charts, they want to know what beds you’ve climbed into(did you catch that sweet pun? It works multiple ways because of her song too!).