Uh oh. Miley Cyrus is at it again! Every once in a while she detects a disturbing calm wash over the land, and she knows that the nation's finger-waggers and watchful stewards of the patriarchy have gotten too complacent.
So she does something wild and wicked to rile them back up again. Long ago it was a photo shoot in which she, fiendishly, bared her naked back. Years later it was, of course, her performance at the Video Music Awards, a feverish tarantella of innuendos and insinuations that had all the town fathers blustering in their beards about the sexual flagrancy of a lewd young woman.
