Open Letter To All Miley Cyrus Haters

Open Letter To All Miley Cyrus Haters

She's just bein' Miley

Miley Cyrus has been called every name in the book: phony, fake, dumb, self-obsessed, boy-crazy, promiscuous, a bad influence, psychotic, you name it. With her radical change from the Hannah Montana era Miley to the "Blurred Lines" post-VMAs Miley, she's received endless questions and -- what seems to me -- criticism.

With every change she makes (even something as insignificant as a haircut), she's ripped to shreds by every pop culture commentator and their mother. Adults ask questions like: Is who I used to let my kids watch on TV every night? This is the person my daughter begged me to let her dress like? Sing along to in the mirror, pretending to be her? Online news columnists in desperate need for a provocative article find any reason they can to call her out. Whether it be a questionable dance move, outfit, or out-of-the-box music video, the media takes any opportunity to pounce.

However, in this the new era of Miley, many young adults find themselves faced with the question: what happened to the cookie cutter, cute, funny, sassy feel-good Hannah Montana from our childhood? I don't know about you, but I used to get so excited to see what crazy stunt Jackson would pull next, every day when I got back from school. Her tunes were catchy, her life seemed awesome, and her out of the box style (for a tween at least) was the coolest of cool. Who didn't want to be an undercover teen pop star living the life in Malibu?

So what happened? At first, I got why people were upset with her. This new provocative, uber-sexualized Miley shouldn't and can't be influencing the generation of girls that grew up with her as Hannah Montana. However, the more I saw of Miley's transformation, the more I started to take her side. People would roll their eyes at her new music and videos, her outfit choices, even her choice of significant other. Being a celebrity comes with the territory of insult, but it seemed like most commentators felt personally betrayed by Miley's transformation.

As a role model, how could she do this? seemed to be the question on everyone's mind. But the more I read and saw of Miley in her post-Hannah Montana years, I realized, How could she not do this? People were upset because she wasn't what they wanted her to be anymore. She has the power of being a role model for young adults across the world, and she no longer fits into the box of what society says it is okay for a young woman to be. She dresses and acts how she wants. Honestly, what better lesson to teach to our young people than that?

Screw what society thinks about it, you owe it to yourself to be you -- whether that means twerking whenever you want, dressing in as little or as much clothing as you want, or dating whoever you want. It's a lesson all young people need to learn. Sorry, everyone, but Miley isn't Hannah -- she's just bein' Miley, now. And she's done caring what you think about it.

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It's Time To Thank Your First Roommate

Not the horror story kind of roommate, but the one that was truly awesome.

Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move-in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 a.m. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest.

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old dorm room is now filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.

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