Sweet niblets girl! Put some clothes on.
Miley, Miley, Miley.
By now the entire world knows what twerking is and congratulations – no one will ever again think of you has blonde-haired, bubble gum sweet Hannah Montana or the daughter of what’s his name with the achy breaky mullet. Your mission is accomplished, however you may have really screwed up in ways beyond your current self-absorbed 20-something world where life is a cabaret freak show, the freakier the better.
One day you may be a mom. You may, like me, have daughters. You may, like me, find yourself struggling to find non Daisy Duke shorts for your daughters that don’t have a half-inch inseam or explain to them why they might not want to pole dance at the pool. You may want to actually set a good example for your children (daughters or sons). You may find yourself censoring top 40 radio and YouTube and wanting them to stay as innocent as possible for as long as possible. You may find that becoming a parent is the single most important and honorable thing you could do, beyond fame and fortune, and that all your one-upmanship gyrating to the world in a flesh-tone bikini not only degrades you, but degrades your family.
So congratulations on making headlines today. You’re going to have one heck of a time explaining this phase of life to your children. There’s a big difference in being cutting edge and classless. And for your sake I hope this truly is just a phase.
A 40-something mom who admittedly is thankful that Facebook wasn’t around when she was in college