In exactly 24 days, me and the Rens get to see Miley Cyrus ride a giant hot dog at the Bell Centre.
If that isn't something to look forward to I don't know what is!
I've professed my love, and admiration, for Miley on this blog before (like here, and here). Despite this fact, and the fact that she is a very talented singer, I regularly get met with inquisitive, shocked and even judgy looks of disapproval when I tell people that I'm a fan.
People act like she's the first woman to use her sexuality (in addition to her tongue and teddy bears) to sell albums.
Beyonce? Check. Britney Spears? Check. Katy Perry? Check. Lady Gaga? Check. Madonna? Check. Rihanna? Check. Shakira? Check. Xtina? Check.
Etc.
The difference between her and them (apart from Xtina) is that she actually has the vocal talent to back up "her antics."
miley performing lana del rey's summertime sadness
What never ceases to amaze me is how people aren't critical of men who use naked women (I'm talking to you Robin Thicke in Blurred Lines!) as accessories, but are quick to judge women who... use themselves.
Or as Lily Allen puts it, "it's hard out here for a b$#*&!"
Gender inequalities aside... here's to fans of Miley including Bastille (who perform a decidedly "turnt up" version of We Can't Stop) and Sarah Blackwood, of Walk off the Earth fame, who delivers a a hauntingly beautiful version of Wrecking Ball with her equally talented friends.
