So, on that note, I bring you my favorite really bad song "See You Again" by America's sweetheart Miley Cyrus.
This, my friends, is worse than the time when I liked an Ashlee Simpson song.
I first heard this song while cruising on IN-37 to Bloomington. It's a not-so-well-kept secret of mine that I almost exclusively listen to Top 40 radio when I'm driving. Where else am I going to get my Katy Perry fix? So, anyway Miley's song came on and my attention was grabbed. The "Sunglasses at Night" riff, Kylie Minogue-esque production, and almost-masculine vocals would have never led me to believe that Hannah Montana was playing. Fortunately, Cyrus's genius lyrics:
Felt like I couldn't breathe.
You asked what's wrong with me.
My best friend Lesley said,
You asked what's wrong with me.
My best friend Lesley said,
"Oh she's just being Miley"
revealed her true identity to me. How dare you, Hannah Montana? How dare you trick me into liking one of your songs? Shame on you, Hannah, shame.
You see the real issue here isn't Hannah/Miley's music, which I have never heard except for this song, because usually when I'm embarrassed to like a song it's because the song is by an artist who I recognize as bad. An example of this might include "Nine in the Afternoon" by Panic at the Disco. Miley isn't so simple, though. I view Miley Cyrus's popularity as a representation of the horrific, so-called "tween" market that Disney is currently making a killing off of. Cyrus is frankentween of Lizzie Maguire, Baby One More Time, and Zac Efron's tan. She makes eight year olds want to be fifteen. She is destroying America.
I hate to love "See You Again" so much. My own enjoyment of the song fills me with more rage than my Republican parents have towards my little brother's hammer and sickle t-shirts. And yet, I have since illegally downloaded the mp3 for the song and jam to it on my ipod shuffle far more than a sane person should. Afterwards, I always take a cold shower, washing away self-loathing at my love for a song by a Disney Channel tween princess.
I'm sure you'll hate to love it, too.
revealed her true identity to me. How dare you, Hannah Montana? How dare you trick me into liking one of your songs? Shame on you, Hannah, shame.
You see the real issue here isn't Hannah/Miley's music, which I have never heard except for this song, because usually when I'm embarrassed to like a song it's because the song is by an artist who I recognize as bad. An example of this might include "Nine in the Afternoon" by Panic at the Disco. Miley isn't so simple, though. I view Miley Cyrus's popularity as a representation of the horrific, so-called "tween" market that Disney is currently making a killing off of. Cyrus is frankentween of Lizzie Maguire, Baby One More Time, and Zac Efron's tan. She makes eight year olds want to be fifteen. She is destroying America.
I hate to love "See You Again" so much. My own enjoyment of the song fills me with more rage than my Republican parents have towards my little brother's hammer and sickle t-shirts. And yet, I have since illegally downloaded the mp3 for the song and jam to it on my ipod shuffle far more than a sane person should. Afterwards, I always take a cold shower, washing away self-loathing at my love for a song by a Disney Channel tween princess.
I'm sure you'll hate to love it, too.
