Isn’t it about time Miley Cyrus went off to rehab? Not for herself. For me. I’ve about O.D.’d on the precious little monster.
It was bad enough that her show reran constantly on the Disney Channel. Or that her songs constantly play in the background at home, in the car, in the grocery store. That over processed little voice is stalking me. Not to mention that she sounds exactly like Hilary Duff, whose voice stalked me for years before that. Does the Disney Channel have some unfortunate-looking yet honey-voiced little thing locked in the basement?
Now, Hannah Montana is taking over every other channel. First, she’s trading pre-scripted barbs with Billy Crystal. Next, she’s hosting the CMT Music Awards with her father Billy Ray Monday night. Not just guesting. Hosting.
So there I am, enjoying Taylor Swift’s story about how she wrote “Our Song” for a 9th grade talent show when she won Video of the Year. Or Kellie Pickler’s bubbly little speech for Performance of the Year.
And then, Bam! I get Hannah Montanaed.
There is only so much pre-fabricated sweetness and light that I can stomach. I’m about one spoonful of sugar away from a full-on diabetic coma.