I Don't Give a Sh*t about Miley Cyrus

Last weekend I was traveling to visit with family. On Sunday evening, we ate a nice dinner out together, catching up, laughing, just enjoying one another's company. On Monday, my husband and I drove all day to get home before falling into bed, only to wake up the following morning and head into work.I hadn't been online much over the weekend - just a few times to play turns in my Words with Friends games.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I got back online and discovered Miley Cyrus all over my Facebook news feed. Discussion of approbation and censure. Links to articles. Photos.

I found myself wondering, "What happened? What did Miley do?"


As I reached to click a salaciously tempting link, I thankfully remembered that I don't give a shit.

I didn't even know the VMAs were happening. I didn't even know how to spell Mylie's name. (See how I did that?)

What would be the point of my reading any articles (other than this one on The Onion) or watching a video recap or clicking through a slideshow: To be able to discuss the event with others? To know what was happening in the world around me?

I've done just fine without, thanks.

Since Mylee did whatever she did (see, I did it again there), I have unpacked from my trip, tidied the house and gone back to work - attending events, interviewing people, writing. I've enjoyed some home-cooked meals. I've played with my dog. I've even gone to the grocery.

What I haven't done is give a shit about Miley or contributed to the discussion, adding fuel to the fire, in any way.

Miley can carry on doing whatever she'd like. I'll do the same.