
I am as resistent to the concept of Noah Cyrus as A Thing as I am to the resurgence in popularity of the bra top.

Of all the Cyruses, I am the LEAST resistent to Billy Ray. He WAS here first. I also cannot belive he and Joe Simpson never made a weird and unsuccessful reality show about being Dad-Managers of their young pop star daughters. It's for the best for Billy Ray that this did not happen.

Brandi Cyrus was always, I thought, The Cyrus Who Wanted You To Leave Her Alone -- like that one Osbourne who wisely has never been on TV -- but she and her mother now have an interior design show, of which I am only aware because Bravo runs a lot of ads for when I'm trying to watch my Stories About Rich Ladies Screaming at Each Other. I appreciate that the Cyruses went All Pants at this event. In this contest, I think Brandi might win?

Then Miley makes her grand appearance, which would also work well, costume-wise, as an ad for Tide bleach! Need to pop up at an awards show to sing your new single and wanna feel real BEACHY, but you're scared of stains? TIDE BLEACH PEN! Stick it in your hat.
