I love when Miley Cyrus has a new song out. Oh, sure, Mozart spins in his grave a few times and a few million hapless tween girls have the sound of an octupus beak rasping on a chalkboard forever ingrained in their auditory processing units, but we get to see Miley Cyrus pushing the appropriateness envelope a bit more with each sputter and spurt toward ultimate music-porn. Miley was being Miley over the weekend on the German show, Wetten Daas, performing her toe-tapping new ditty, Who Owns My Heart, with a series of trademarked spastic body bends and panties-things flashes.
I'd blame her behavior on the pending divorce of her parents/managers/exploiters, but then I think I'd be denying the rite of passage of Hannah Montana into full-blown media adulthood. Miley Cyrus has claimed for a couple years now that she wants to get more adult with her music; she's already got the voice of a 65-year old chain smoker, can full on nude pictures be far behind? Nope.
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