Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I saw the headlines yesterday but kept telling myself to ignore it and that it would just go away. I didn't need to read about Billy Ray Cyrus and his excuses about Miley Cyrus and the naked photo shoot. I had heard the excuses before. Didn't need to read new ones. I just let it go and kept chanting "serenity now." It worked.
Then today I was flipping through news articles and it just popped up and I couldn't help myself. I read it and just couldn't control the rant although it is in the form of a letter.
Dear Billy Ray,
I noticed when the Vanity Fair scandal first broke that you threw your mom or your mother-in-law under the bus as well as Miley's tutor her publicist and anyone else you could think of to escape blame for you being a neglectful and lying parent.
Instead of just letting the scandal die a natural death with your pu**y comments alongside it, you decided to open your big fat one hit wonder mouth and defend yourself again. Why? Need some attention? Exploiting your child to get the career you couldn't get on your own isn't enough to keep you busy?
You might be able to get away with stupid ass statements with the ass kissing shows on television and no doubt People will have a line of employees prepared to blow you whenever you walk into their offices, but that isn't the way things work here.
I noticed this time you only threw Miley's publicist under the bus. Apparently throwing family under the bus did not lead to good familial relations at home. You also fail to address the proofs which were sent to you in advance of publication. You know proofs? The pictures the magazine sends you in advance so you could pick the ones you want used. Perhaps you just missed the one with your daughter naked. It happens. You were probably just in that post coital daze, or it looks like you are anyway in those other photos you took with your daughter. I'm presuming that is you in the photos.
I guess you could say that you actually took the photo in a separate location, they then had Miley take a photo in a convent and somehow they photoshopped the two of you to look like you just had some kind of intimate moment. But of course that would be a big pile of bulls**t just like your career.