We Are Now Totally Up Our Own Asses

As someone who wears skinny American Eagle Jeans, bought the Feist album before the iPod commercial, and writes a blog, I guess I'm sort of a hipster. But at the same time, I really do get annoyed with other hipsters sometimes. Case in point, Agent Bedhead's review of The Hannah Montana Movie. Granted, Miley Cyrus really does annoy me at times, but as the older brother of two youngin's who watch The Family Channel (which is like the shittier Canadian version of the Disney Channel), I have to admit: It's not a bad show.

Really.

The show's humour relies on dialogue instead of stupid pratfalls, the characters act, for the most part, age appropriate, and the writers tend to take as many shots as humanely possible at Billy Ray Cyrus, which is a sentiment I can totally get behind.

Which is why I secretly got a kick out of how totally apeshit people went over the fact that AB didn't tear it a new one. To which I say, if you want a bad review of Hannah Montana so badly, you can go watch it yourself and write a review. Does Miley Cyrus act like a self-entitles little brat in the real world? Of course she does. But you have to seperate the art from the artist. Hating something because other people like it is no different than liking something based on what other people like. It's like comparing Coke to Pepsi: It's the same thing, but with a different look.

So you know what? Chill the fuck out. The Hannah Montana Movie wasn't terrible. Deal with it.