There was a time if you were a good-looking but minimally talented male actor who fancied himself a movie star, you had to pay your dues and suck lots of gray-pubed film producer cock on the way up. If you were an attractive young woman and thought you should be a music star, well then you had to get your ass plowed by coked-up record execs, or at least a good ramming from Prince on the way.
Oh but things have changed. With the increasingly powerful tween market, conglomos like Disney farm the "talent" young, groom them in the preferred image, load em up with tons of $$$ and set them out to keep America's kids as dumb as stumps one stupid song at a time, one nauseating feature film at a time. Today, stardom is not earned. Stars aren't even born anymore; they are manufactured.
I believe that deep down Miley Cyrus knows she didn't pay her dues. This is why she is always shaking and showing her ass, bending over and putting that multi-million dollar Disney-Whore Ass on display. She knows the pop whores that came before her got their asses nailed and she feels she should get hers also.
Well, I would be glad to help her out in that capacity. Here's what I would do:
First I would pile up a bunch of that cheap Disney merchandise, flatten it all down, then piss on it. Then I would have her go down on her hands and knees on that pile of piss-soaked Disney trash and put a big ol' cowboy hat on her. Then I would oil up her ass and get it ready by inserting small, soft Disney toys in there. Then once she is all warmed up, I'd fuck her ass good while she sings, "Please fuck my ass, my achy-breaky ass."