I don’t hate Miley Cyrus.

I don’t. She’s alright.

I don’t get why she’s such a big deal, but having recently worked at a video store, I was put through Hannah Montana’s live 3d concert several times, and Camp Rock several times.

The Jonas Brothers made me shove pencils into my ears in the hopes I could pierce the drum and maybe destroy the nerve so I never have to hear them again.

Miley was actually listenable. I might even have to say she’s better than most pop music now. Then again, pop now is Jonas and emo, so I’m not sure how much I’m actually saying here.

But you know, there’s the official statement. She’s alright by me.