My dearest Miley,
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I’ve been a fan of yours long before I became a mom. I’m not sure if you remember me, but I interviewed you a bunch of times (I even helped nominate you for a 2009 Broadcast Film Critics Award for Best Song from “Bolt”). I remember those days: you were happy-go-lucky, fun, funny, ambitious, gracious, talented… all the things that I hoped my future daughters would be. I’ve even ‘protected’ you and your recent antics in the name of artist reinvention and breaking out into new musical genres and roles (hey, Madonna, Brittany and Christina all did it… as an entertainment journalist, I get the whole showbiz game). I’ve been your FAN. Until last night. Last night I felt sad and violated as I watched you poke your foam finger into Robin Thicke’s crotch on MTV’s VMAs last night… TO READ MORE, CHECK OUT THE FULL PIECE HERE ON HLNTV.COM.
We can all get it. Growing up finding your way trying just to figure it all out. However there is a way to do it with class and respect, and not trying to hump those around you or a foam object. She spoke of making history well she did and one day when she grows up and mabe becomes a mother she can sit back and explain it to her children, Im sure it will be an interesting convo.