Oh, Miley

My roommate and I were grocery shopping at Wal-Mart the other week when a purple and black plaid top caught my eye. (Wal-Mart is very sneaky putting my size of clothing right next to the grocery section.) I was about to buy the top without another thought when my budget-conscience kicked in for once and I looked at the tag. But it wasn't the price on the tag that made me pause, it was the name. Since when does Miley Cyrus design clothes?

On her own since never, but apparently the teen star did launch a clothing line in conjunction with famed French fashion designer Max Azria in August. I really should check in with my all-things-teen-source (a.k.a. my thirteen-year-old cousin) more often.

Now, I have never been quick to deny that I have in fact watched a good chunk of Hannah Montana episodes and my roommate often gifts me with Hannah Montana paraphernalia, but even I was beginning to tire of Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus. Her face seemed to be plastered everywhere and constantly hearing her whiny voice was enough to drive me insane. So needless to say I was less than pleased to see that the top I had almost bought without a second thought was in fact bearing her name. Blech.

In the weeks that followed, I stared longingly at the clothes hanging in Wal-Mart under the Miley Cyrus posters and at the same time, kicked myself for doing so. While in this stage of denying myself clothes (purely based on principle of course), I noticed a copy of ELLE magazine with none other than the teen superstar herself on the cover. Yes, I picked it up.

The article, and the photos that accompanied it, simply made me hate myself more for loving Miley's clothing line. (Side note: If you didn't see the pictures or read the article, you can find them on ELLE's website www.elle.com) She had the weirdest looks on her face throughout the entire photo spread as if she was very unsure of what exactly it was that she was supposed to be doing. Sometimes, she looked horrified and other times she just looked confused. The clincher for me though had to be the part in the article where the reporter mentions Miley's clothing line with Max Azria . . . .

Not only is Miley quoted as using the word 'stoked' in reference to her line, but she also says, "The jeans are my favorite part of the entire line. Because, like, literally, this is going to be good for, like, Middle America, and it will be great for kids that really want to be in fashion but they don't have it available. I'm really into high fashion. The jeans, like, literally, I would pay $500 for the jeans that we make for $20." Goodness. Thank you, Miley. Those of us in 'Middle America' are just so glad that you will grace us with your faux-$500 jeans and only make us pay $20 for them. Thank you so much.

And yet, despite everything I have seen/read/heard about Miley Cyrus that makes me want to rip my hair out (and trust me there is a lot of that), I still cannot drag myself away from those racks of clothes in Wal-Mart. There's just something about those plaid tops, skinny jeans, bomber jackets and comfortable tees and tanks - they're all screaming my name. They just look made for me . . . almost as if Miley is that friend whose closet I would always want to raid to borrow things from, but instead I could really just go to Wal-Mart and buy the clothes for myself. In the end, I know I will most likely break down and do that . . . and then dance around my room to 'Party in the USA' (the other Miley obsession that has sadly infiltrated my life).

A few of the items on my Miley wish list . . .