This is like wearable Olde English calligraphy -- like how the lowercase h's right side curves down and around... you know what, I can't believe I just referenced CALLIGRAPHY. I am speaking a length about calligraphy. I am DESCRIBING IT. IN RELATION TO MILEY'S LEGGINGPANT. What is happening to me?
I can't wait to make the pre-school pickup in this outfit.
AND IT'S SHEER. IT'S LEGGINGTROUHOSE.
Listen, the kid has made herself probably the most famous person on the list right now. I don't think she cares if you like her music or hate it, or think her tongue is great or want to stretch it out and then smack it, or think she has great taste or that she looks like the spokeswoman for a store called Give Your Relatives A Coronary. She is all anyone's talking about, and when you win the news cycle that hard, you probably forget that what you're winning it FOR isn't actually worth it.
She's like Taylor Momsen's more cheerful cousin.
What a stirring, beautiful tribute to Beverly Hills. All it's missing is Richard Simmons' face in rhinestones.
I enjoy that she will wear boots that are as long as pants, but very rarely pants that are as long as pants. Or that behave like pants.
And on the other side, those are AGGRESSIVELY pantsly pants. They are the pantsliest pants that ever pantsed. They are Mega Pants, and they are what I like to call Going Too Far In The Other Direction. (I also enjoy that her cropped sweater doesn't even come below her nipples, but it has nothing to do with pants, and so it gets a parenthetical. PANTS.)