
I know it’s been a while since Achy Breaky Heart, Mr. Cyrus, but come on… do you really have to flaunt your 15 year old daughter out as a sex symbol to get your publicity back? Have you not seen what that kind of garbage has done to the likes of Britney Spears and Lindsey Lohan?
I’m really not completely offended by this latest spread for Vanity Fair. I am mostly offended with the lengths you are willing to go as her father to garner publicity, not only for her, but for yourself.
You wrote a sweet song about her growing up too fast, yet all you’re doing is throwing her out there to the wolves with stunts like this. What did you think was going to come out of a photoshoot that included taking her shirt off? Haven’t you been in this business long enough to know the paths you’re taking her down?
You’re her father.
Shame on you.
ps. Miley, it’s not too late for you to read this letter written just for you.
Filed under: Billy Ray Cyrus, Entertainment, Fathers, Hannah Montana, Sex, Vanity Fair
I’m doing a little side work tonight that involves a country song. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned my tendency to steer clear of the cowboy tunes, but it’s something I do quite often. I don’t hate it. It doesn’t make my stomach turn. It’s just not my preference.
So our family has a new evening tradition. I’m not sure how it happened exactly, but now on most nights we have the pleasure of watching multiple episodes of Hannah Montana and The Suite Life of Zack and Cody on the Disney channel. In case you are unfamiliar with these two quality programs, here’s a quick synopsis:







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