I’m glad to see that Miley’s pre-programmed and largely talentless rise to fame hasn’t warped her perception of herself:
I think we’re both deeper than normal people—what they think and how they feel.
Okay, so my instinct was to call her a “self-deluded little twatling”, but I had to kinda stop for a second and consider what passes for “normal people” in Miley’s universe. I mean, there’s daddy, the man who single-handedly ruined the mullet for the rest of us… and she spends most of her time in L.A., where “normal” is defined as limiting yourself to one espresso colonic a week and waiting until you’re twenty before you let someone snort coke off your ass.
Evidence of this can be found in another quote about meeting her co-star/boyfriend, Liam Hemsworth:
He definitely showed chivalry: I remember him opening the door for the director, and I was like, Wow.
That’s correct: all you have to do to “wow” Miley Cyrus is stand still for a few seconds after opening a fucking door you were just gonna open anyway. If her standards were any lower, she’d be a Chinese toothpaste factory. For such a faint nod toward general manners to so impress her, I have to assume that her exes routinely left surprises for her in her toilet and/or used her hair to wipe off their cocks after sex.
So I’m gonna give you a pass this time, Smiley. No thanks are necessary, but I do accept gifts in the form of solid gold Escalades.