Uhhh...what?
Miley Cyrus at the premiere of "Justin Bieber: Never Say Never" in Los Angeles, California.
Well, the good news is, Miley Cyrus aged 30 years while we all remained the same.
Honeys, we just can't with this one anymore. We gave her a free pass for YEARS because she's so young, but, and you'll pardon us here, what the FUCK possesses someone to leave the house dressed like Dorothy Zbornak: The Northern California Commune Years? EVERY SINGLE THING about this look is so horrifically wrong that our eyes are begging for relief from the sight. The fringe? The ugly print that looks like an ironing board cover? The mom jeans? The fringe? The weirdly aging makeup? The sandals that look like they were chosen from a bin? The weird and horrifying voodoo thing she's wearing around her neck? The fringe? SWEETIE. WHEN YOU GO OUT, PEOPLE TAKE YOUR PICTURE, AND THEN EVERYONE IN THE WORLD GETS TO SEE WHAT YOU LOOKED LIKE WHEN YOU WENT OUT. Why is this so hard for celebs to understand? Red carpet = pictures seen all over the world, therefore red carpet = bring it. Or else one comes across as a lazy celebrity who takes the fame, money, and attention for granted, and then bitchy bloggers sharpen their claws and plot your fall from grace. Miley, honey, we just want to spare you all that tsuris. Listen to your gay uncles. Open up a fashion magazine every now and then. Are the girls inside dressed like middle-aged stoners? No, they are not. Examine that.
Also, OUT. So very, very OUT.
[Photo Credit: wireimage]
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