I’m starting to feel we’ve been down this road before.
Of course, the first time, it was Britney, and she was careening down Flesh Blvd. all the way to Federline Street, then straight past Sane Drive in favor of hopping on the Head-Trip Freeway via the Buzzcut Ave on-ramp, stopping for sustenance at the infamous Adnan Ghalib Rest Stop For Troubled Starlets Who Decide The Paparazzi Who Follow Them Are More Reliable Than Actual Boyfriends. And we all know that ended up in the Conservatorship cul-de-sac. Let’s hope Miley’s similarities with La Spears’ road to hell end with the clothes.