Man Of The Year! What was Hanna Montana’s Daddy (Billy Raye Cyrus) thinking? Leaving a kid with a room of photographers and allowing her to make her own decisions on important issues. Seems like Dad kind of dropped the ball for his child if you ask me. Perhaps he is trying to drum up some new business for his sagging career. Isn’t it sad, when adults live vicariously thru their own children, and in this case, the word exploitation always seems to come to mind.
Not so long ago, the question of the day was why are kids killing themselves and/or their parents? Why are they inflicting so much pain on each other? And as usual, the experts, the soothsayers, have offered up nothing but theories of psychological nonsense. (How’s That Working For You?) Meetings were hastily arranged, and then just as quickly, disassembled and passed off into obscurity.
The battle is as always … In the Home. It appears in this case, there was “no one home.”
The father/daughter shot or pose, was a little provocative for me, and I assure you, I am not a prude. It all seems just a little bit perverted or sick in the end. When questioned about all this, Cyrus explained all this off by saying, “Annie is hard to say no to.” And that was that.
What a cop out. Reasoning, tested by doubt, is argumentation. We do it, hear it, and judge it every day of our respective lives. We do it in our own minds, and we do with others. What we do NOT do is leave it up to children. Someone dropped the ball on this one that is for sure.
Whatever happened to Seventeen Magazine, why Vanity Fair? Hanna Montana is going to grow up, all of us, eventually grow up. What is the rush? Fifteen is a magical time in life, something this teenager will sadly miss one of these days.
So here we sit again …Victims of our own foolishness. It is no small wonder that the rest of the planet watches us and then judges us totally out of our gourd. Our acceptance of violence and evil has sealed our fate and our society. Things that we found personally offensive 30 years ago are now common place — No Big Deal — shrugged off.
Unfortunately the walking wounded, the brain dead, are our children, it is enough to break your Achey-Brakey-Heart.
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