I have to admit, when I watched Miley Cyrus “perform” (read: dry hump) with Robin Thicke at the VMAs, I wasn’t all that shocked or outraged. Then again, I was on vacation just steps from the beach and Mr. Candy and I had already indulged in a few glasses of wine, which admittedly may have softened my attitude. But now that I realize Miley clearly is on a non-stop “LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!” bender that crashes through any obstacles — aghast fiances and impressionable fans and pesky clothes, oh my! — in its attention-seeking path, I can’t help but offer a few gentle, motherly reprimands. Especially when it comes to her choice of clothes (or lack thereof). And I’m SURE when Miley reads this (I hear “glean life lessons from parenting sites” is at the top of her daily to-do list), it will make all the difference in the WORLD! *Ahem*
Oh, well. Here goes, anyway. Because she needs to hear something besides “You go, girl!” from her own parents.
Swinging naked on a wrecking ball (or, as I usually call it, “Friday night”):
I mean, if Paris started posing half-naked all the time just to get attention, would YOU — um, never mind.
Also in London: