Miley Cyrus is officially OUT OF CONTROL. First she reinvented herself as a tongue-poking punk chick and twerked all over Robin Thicke (who knew that the mating rituals of bonobo chimpanzees would conquer the dance floors of the developed world?). Now it's alleged that she lit up a joint while receiving an award at the Ziggo Dome in Amsterdam. OMG, girlfriends. She did something that's illegal in America in a country where it's perfectly tolerated. Next week, the little minx will sing Wrecking Ball in the UK while driving on the left-hand side of the road.
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t's seriously depressing that we now live a culture where everything is so hopelessly contrived. But it's even more depressing that things are actually contrived to appear ugly. Ideals of form and beauty are thrown out of the window in preference for a teenage carnival of alcohol, sex and drugs that drags on long into the dawn, to the harshest part of the day when everyone looks exhausted, old and full of regret. No one can possibly take any joy from this unmerry-go-round of hopelessness.
Oh Miley Cyrus, don't let the gods of trash pop culture ruin you. Don't clop around the stage in a tiny ballet outfit and outsized shoes, looking like you're only carrying a purse to be sick in to. Come back to us, our sweet Hannah Montana.
http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/timstanley/100245374/would-miley-cyrus-shoot-a-man-in-reno-just-to-watch-him-die/It is such a sad state of affairs the young kids these days think this is the way to be famous.
