Deep Thoughts...

The ivy complex did her not-so-many favors in the never-acknowledged Original Fans department, and with the too-close-connext to didn't-kill-himself.. well it just sorta smells weird and leaves a bad pickled taste. She's making some (bluntly) embarrassing public appearances these days as well. She knows she's better. I know she's better. Too bad she's owned.

Personally, as much as I love to rip on no-longer-little Miley, I think she'd have the proverbial female balls to acknowledge her earliest drooling fans long before that one ever would. She hasn't yet, nor do I expect it, but just sayin'.. a little part of me knows she'd gladly endure the blowback of recognizing early older fans, compared to what was done to her by the industry, compared to a faltering queen bee who's too deep in it forever to ever break out of the role she's signed on to for life, in ways she can never actually admit. And it ain't working no mo. Sorry to be so Frank.

All that said, I choose to adore the ones without state nor corporate claws already in them.

None of this matters to anyone of course, except to the one stating it for one's own cathartic purposes. Frauds. They are everywhere these days and in every realm. Probably not all by personal choice, but also definitely not by mere chance.

Be kind to the people you meet on the way up, because you're gonna meet the same people... on the way down.

Jackie Gleason