Actually that should be “Miley and
me” but since it’s hipster to leave proper grammar bleeding on the sidewalk who
am I to buck the trend?
Nonetheless, try as I may I’m still
just not with it. I couldn’t pick Kim Kardashian out of a police lineup. A
recent PEOPLE Magazine cover trumpeted an article on how the Gosselin family is
doing now. I didn’t care how they were doing before whenever that was.
So I was a little startled when my
daughter asked me what I thought of Miley Cyrus’ MTV award show performance.
Admittedly I’ve only seen clips on
our local TV news (run after sports and weather to keep us from changing
channels). Well, let’s put it this way, if it were our girl kitty I would have
immediately yelled “NOT ON THE CLEAN CARPET!” Which would have been followed by
a trip to the vet’s for little Daphne to be spayed. (Or to at least to demand
my money back since Daphne’s already been spayed.)
Before I go any further I’d better
establish my salacious creds here. I used to enjoy PLAYBOY Magazine (Yes, I
read the articles.). That was back when the playmates often really did look
like the “Girl Next Door” (though unfortunately not next door to me). And they
were pretty! So I been around, right?
And yes, I know things have changed.
A few months ago I glanced through PLAYBOY at a news stand. When I saw the
current playmate I knew that if she and I were on a ship and said ship sank I’d
garb onto her for dear life because there is no way that girl’s gonna sink!
And yes it bothers me that
COSMOPOLITAN Magazine is at least twice as thick as my beloved MODEL RAILROADER.
But that’s probably because COSMOPOLITAN stamps the word SEX at least twice on
every cover while MODEL RAILROADER’s cover promises articles on how to make
neat-o trees for your layout.
But back to Miley Cyrus. (“It’s OK,
Dad, it’s OK,” says my daughter soothingly. Calm down.) Yes, I know Miley is a
former Disney Pop Star. Doesn’t matter to me, my heart was stolen long ago by
Mickey Mouse Club Mouseketeer Annette. If you remember Annette you’ll know what
I mean. If you don’t, well, let’s move on.
When I saw Miley grinding away I
did not find it particularly sensual. If anything she looked as if she was in
heat and I’m almost surprised somebody didn’t throw a glass of water on her.
But even more bothersome, it is sad that this was apparently the only way she
could think of to keep her career going.
We are friends, my family and I,
with a singing group called STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE. We knew them when they sang
for pocket change on Sunday afternoons in the park. People advised them to
“spice up the act” but they steadfastly refused. They don’t sing in the park
for pocket change anymore. Their popularity continues to grow, CDs, fan clubs,
all the rest. And you can still take kids to their concerts.
Another example: there is a young
woman named Cleo who reviews games on GamesR4FITE (available on Youtube,
Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr). (Well, I can’t find her sites because computers
hate me. ) But what I have seen I like. (Spoiler alert, she’s my daughter.) OK,
sometimes the language may get a bit…salty. (“Aw, Dad!”) But at least nobody is
tempted to throw a glass of water at her.
