I’ll be the first to say that I’m not one to judge teenagers. Like really, who am I to complain about kids these days with their myspace and slutty clothes when let’s face it, I was pretty much an alcoholic by 15, workin the streets at 16 and just got out of rehab last night. So, if Miley Cyrus wants to keep taking awkwardly sexual photos and posting them on myspace, knowing that they’ll inevitably get hacked, that’s her prerogative. Except actually, it’s not really because she’s a Disney star and I’m pretty sure part of the contract with Disney, Nickelodeon et al. includes trading in your identity for the sake of fame, fortune, and awesome pillow fights with Raven. Which basically means, getting pregnant is frowned upon, Jamie Lynn, and having revealing photos of yourself leaked several times is so not cool, Miley.

These photos make me especially uncomfortable because not only does Miley fail epically at the Lolita bit but because okay, fine, I totally watch Hannah Montana every night at 11:30 and I’m all confused now because am I supposed to see her as Hannah? As Miley? Or as that girl who can’t control her face and so in her attempts to look more adult/like Lindsay Lohan, winds up imitating a hippyish platypus by pursing her lips and giving the peace sign in every picture? Although I’m going to take back every bad thing I said in this post because I just remembered that I love “See You Again” more than everything in the world except for puppies and more importantly, because Miley wore this really intense pair of onesies with a sparkly bandana around her neck to some event. Enough said.