Dear Miley Cyrus,
Maybe you think it’s your party and you can do what you want, but guess what—
I was into it when you were rolling around dressed like a peacock circa 2010 and I even supported the new locks (or lack thereof). But now? Bandana-rocking, grill-wearing and twerking?
I know you grew up on the hard streets of Disney, but this high-class ratchet lifestyle you’re trying to make happen needs to stop.
Everyone heard how you told your producers you wanted to “sound black” for this new album. How the hell is it that other celebrities’ careers have been completely ruined for racist comments but the video of you twerking at Juicy J’s concert has gone viral?
Jay Z called you out on his new album for profiting off the crap you’re pulling. He even went a step further and called you “an old world’s worst nightmare.” Burn. Then songwriter Rock City accused you of accessorizing your videos with African-Americans. And how do you respond?
By taking a seat on the cultural appropriation throne.
Keep On Twerkin’