August 25, 2013
Although I told myself I would remain delightfully unaware of this Miley Cyrus/Robin Thicke nonsense at the VMAs that has so many people flailing and frothing in horror and disbelief and disgust, I just made the mistake of going against my apparently tenuous vow and watched. (I'm sticking to my promise to myself that I won't read anything about it.) All I'll say is that the most offensive part of the whole shebang was the absolutely staggering, mind-blowing, jaw-dropping lack of anything even remotely resembling talent. The line between brilliant talent and festering bunkum has never been less blurred. Feh.