Sometimes I am late adapter, sometimes not. In the case of Miley Cyrus I am not sure. I guess I am late, but then again, what does that mean if you see a girl on a wrecking ball swing through a studio full of plastic walls? When was that? What was that? Is this a Buck Rogers stunt like 1934? It this the state of the art of 1989? Is it a referance to the early days of music videos? Is this my Terry Richardson directing? The godfather of white trash? Was there ever such a thing as white trash, actually? Or was it just a few journalists and their idea of irony? Of politics? Of a middle-class dissolving? And before they had to give up their pay-checks and their dreams they had to give up their aesthetics? This was the first battle the middle-class lost – but was Miley Cyrus the winner? I had heard this and that about her and I became curious. I had heard the interpretation before I had seen the fact. I was victim to a very contemporary condition. Metasphere blues. But what was all the fuss about? I saw a girl with a kind of interesting hair-cut and a few nice tattoos spread where you can see them and maybe where you cannot see them, I understood the attempt at sexyness, which was rather clumsy, I saw white underwear which seemed not to fit really well, especially at her back. Then, of course, she was naked. But that was it. Where was the shock? Is this 2013? Or is it a childrens version of it? Then I read a little, not really very much, my time is limited as a father of two, I found a good piece in the American Rolling Stone , I watched the fabled performance at the MTV awards and wondered again: That*s it? Really? So, exactly, what did I miss? The music? I am all for it, like I am for Guiness beer or Lazio Rome or the news at eight. And the rest? The scandal? Can somebody out there explain it to me?