Then, to make matters cringingly worse, she tore off her leotard, revealing what could only be a flesh-colored pleather (or plastic?) bra/panties (yes panties) set.
At which point, she began humping the air, grinding against a foam finger, and molesting Robin Thicke. I wasn’t even trying to watch the VMA’s. I turned it on to DVR it (strictly to fast forward through everything to get to NSYNC obviously). Yet, I was sucked in by the sheer horror of it all. I sat there, slack-jawed, while Hannah Montana violated us, mind, body and soul.
Say what you will about Britney Spears, but at least she’s an entertainer! She can dance and put on a decent show, and she saves her crazy for the hair salon. If I wanted to watch someone strung out on meth hump a foam finger and screech into a microphone, I would…. well I don’t know what I’d do. I don’t think that’ll ever actually be an issue for me.
Am I being over-dramatic? Perhaps. Why don’t you check it out for yourself. See if I’m exaggerating.
Besides being tired of EVERYONE talking about the performance (including us, you’re welcome!) What do you think about the Miley Cyrus at the VMAs mess? I (Bekah), for one, think she got EXACTLY what she was going for.. .everyone talking about her…
(I also do need to point out that I believe it was confirmed that the Smith family face wasn’t during Miley’s performance, but it’s much funnier to think it was!)
Written By Alex
Alex’s current obsessions: Ignoring life/work for Pinterest, Ian Somerhalder, basically all vampires, s’mores, cheesecake, s’more cheesecake, diagnosing everyone’s blatant mental illnesses (I am not a doctor), Harry Potter World, books that become movies, Jim & Pam, and Netflix.
