Of Miley Cyrus and cat calendars

Everyone needs to buy this calendar right now. It helps Putin looks like my Maggie. I’m stupid excited to get mine.

I’ve been listening to Pandora a lot at work lately. I have a station that started as a Pink / Lady Gaga which morphed into a lot of late 90s post grunge bands (a la Goo Goo Dolls, Lifehouse, and Train) in addition to the trashy pop singers. Miley Cyrus’ “Wrecking Ball” popped up. I was tempted to automatically down vote it out of general principle. Instead I gave it a shot and didn’t hate it.

Recently, I got into a conversation about the former female Disney stars who went completely off the rails as they got older. Britney, Miley, and Lindsay come immediately to mind. I’ve heard that contracts with Disney are insane. There’s all kinds of restrictions of what you can and can’t do in public lest you taint the Disney brand. It’s no wonder once the contracts terminate, these girls go completely to the other end of the rainbow. Somehow, this doesn’t seem to be a problem with the boys. Or they’re just better at hiding it. A bit strange, n’est pas? I joke that my parents should’ve exploited me as a child to make a fortune. Apparently when I was kindergarten age, my parents were offered the shot for me to be a model. They turned it down. As an adult, I’m glad they didn’t take that offer. God only knows how I would’ve turned out. Probably a nasty coke habit to stay skinny and my second or third stint in rehab. It can always be worse, even with a ton of money at your disposal. Thanks Miley.

Incidentally, every time I go into a Starbucks, I start singing it to the tune of “Starstruck”. I see a Weird Al parody in the making.