Many the Mileys
I remember when I was 16. And my life wasn’t very interesting. So I wasn’t a child star…but still. Very few 16-year-olds have lives worth writing down in anything besides a diary, and while most of those people are celebrities, Miley Cyrus ain’t one of ‘em.
Exhibit A: Her father is Billy Ray Cyrus. I’m still scarred for life after hearing “Achy Breaky Heart” one too many times in first grade to ever want to know more about anyone related to him. Especially his achy breaky spawn.
Exhibit B: Hannah Montana. I feel like that’s close enough to a movie about her life.
Exhibit C: Is there anything we don’t know about Miley Cyrus? Her family’s crazy. Her dad is Billy Ray Cyrus. She is Hannah Montana. She’s dating some 20-year-old dude. And she’s a total media whore. And that’s it. No drugs, no rehab. Just a 16-year-old with stringy hair and a TV show.
So why the fascination? By the time Drew Barrymore was her age she’d already been in rehab. And her family was/is more well-known. THAT is more of a justifiable case for a memoir.
So why did Miley write one? Who knows.
But it could get worse. What if someone actually picked up that book and thought, “Hey, this should be a movie!”
Which takes me back to my earlier point. Hannah Montana is close enough to the truth. So please, let Hannah Montana be the only TV show/movie ever about/starring Miley Cyrus.
