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Randomly listening to radio stations in a ZipCar is great fun … because I get to hear all sorts of music that I would never, ever, in a million years come across on my own (since I don’t listen to the radio). And every once in a while, I hear something I really like; it’s usually got a beat and is pretty danceable. You know, Rhianna or Beyonce or Kylie or Cascada. So I turned on the radio this morning and heard something I really liked. It had a beat, I couldn’t really understand the words (which would come to haunt me later), I could see a thousand YouTube fanvids set to it. But they didn’t tell me who the “artist” was so I looked it up when I got home.

The horror. The shock. The deep and absolute embarrassment. I like a song by Hannah Montana aka Miley Cyrus. Worse, I now own a Miley Cyrus MP3. I have the cultural tastes of a 12-year-old, white suburban girl.