At the risk of sounding condescending to someone with whom I only have a parasocial relationship, I'm proud of Miley Cyrus. Any time someone in my vicinity has dismissed her as, I don’t know, day-old Disney channel bread with a chronically bouncy butt, I'd hold up my hand, like, STOP! I will not hear blasphemy.
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