We didn’t plan this. We really didn’t. Somehow Monday is becoming all about Miley Cyrus. In the course of 24 hours her music has become a lightning rod for the Afghanistan war, and it’s now channeled the 1990s all in four minutes. When watching this, think of the 50-60 dads there; they lived grunge. And their daughters are screaming like cats in heat for the biggest middle finger to a generation.
I don’t know why I can’t stop laughing. Why am I crying? Is this blood coming out of my eyes?