For the last year, I have rarely met a girl under the age of
eleven who has not, upon learning my first name, immediately burst into a pop song
by Miley Cyrus’ alter ego. And to think,
I used to love my name.
Because this is already far more Hannah Montana that I can
stand, I don’t plan on seeing her blockbuster. But I will gladly pass on secondhand
reasons why you and your kids shouldn’t see it, either.
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