I’m surprised to find myself about to type the following words, but there’s no sense in delaying the inevitable: Miley Cyrus is becoming a person that I like.
Let me explain. Back when she was transitioning from Disney star to young adult, when everybody had a complete heart attack over the fact that a 17-year-old girl was no longer acting and dressing like she did when she was twelve, I felt protective of Miley. She was unfairly attacked for nothing more than going through adolescence. [tagbox tag="Miley Cyrus"]
But that concern slowly morphed into respect as it became apparent that Cyrus was going to handling the whole thing like a champ, with a refreshing mix of both flipping off and ignoring her haters while still expressing herself in a way that seemed — dare I say? — genuine in her music.
Since then, Cyrus has continued to walk a fine line of rebelliousness. There was the pot-smoking incident and the birthday cake felatio, and there were also the political tweets and the unwavering support of gay marriage. What I’m trying to say here is that I think Miley Cyrus has a brain, a sense of humor, a strong sense of self, and the ability to act like a normal teenager in the public eye without going all batshit Britney crazy.
All that said, here she is, wearing a pair of short-shorts with garters coming out of the bottom. I think she looks kind of good. Would I wear it? Fuck no. But I’m not 19, I’m not famous, and I’m not Miley Cyrus.