Guys, I love Miley. I know there are a lot of Miley-haters out there, and I have to say, very adamantly, that I don't know why this is, but "Haters gon' Hate."
This is why every time Miley steps out of the house, I am so worried. I just feel like I should be her protector. Or the person who suggests another stylist? Maybe that would be protection enough??
Every time she steps out on the town, I look at her face and her hair, and I say, "Miley, lookin cute, gurl! Look at your little ombre, spiral-curl locks, and your awesome makeup! I want your awesome look!" Then, I look down and my soul splits in half.
Once your soul splits in half, you can't recover. We all know that you have to harvest that part of your soul in some keepsake item and hide it in a safe space. But this is happening more and more frequently with Miley. I love her makeup, then I look down, and I have a Horcrux on my hands.
This time, at
The Hunger Games premier I might add, was crazy. Miley was the brothel madame of a saloon in the Wild West, while her boyfriend (ahem, eye-candy) Liam Hemsworth was looking the part of the dapper gentleman, parting and combing his hair, like Scott Disick.
The skirt part of this ensemble looks like it could have been bought in the halls of Kohl's, while the top is actually super cute! Now, wait! Before you judge my support of bustiers, have some imagination! If she had paired this top with a more formal, high-waisted, floor-length skirt, it would have been totally appropriate and maybe even cute with a little edge. Even a shorter, high-waisted skirt would have been cute.
This was poor execution, Miley. I am still not a hater, but I get more disheartened every time you open your front door.
Now, where was I going to hide my Horcrux this time? I'm looking at you, Nagini...