This is his backyard.
The child (and his soon-to-be siblings) has his own damn waterpark.
Oh, not to mention that sandy area up there at the top of the photo? That just happens to be the Atlantic.
Good grief, if I was nine years old and had all that, I would have thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
Instead I had a rusty swing set and some sprinklers.
When I first began blogging here at Teeny Manolo, I vowed that no child would Google their name and find that I said mean things about them. I have remained true to that vow, with the glaring exceptions of Miley Cyrus and her younger sister Noah.
I don’t know what it is about them that makes me unable to keep my mouth shut. Perhaps because Miley is so ubiquitous and Noah is trying so hard to be. Possibly it is because I was never a big fan of her Dad. Whatever the reason, my willpower isn’t strong enough to withstand them, and for that, I am sorry.
But I cannot be sorry for saying I hate this video. I understand that Miley is trying to get out from under the squeaky clean Disney banner and declare herself a badass. She is seventeen and writhing around on the grass with a heaving bosom and doing the sexytime dance with her backups, blabbity blah blah blah.
However, Disney, no matter how much she may dislike them now, were the ones who made her a household name. Without them, she would be just another offspring of a washed-up country music “star.” And hasn’t this whole I’m-a-big-girl-now page been taken from the book before? Oh yeah, right, it has.
Teens are all about rebellion and such, but somehow, I wish Miley could have really empowered herself and rewritten the story line.