It's not that we want to call Miley Cyrus out every time she swings one of her tatted up limbs out the door—it's just that she makes it sooo easy. Maybe almost too easy.
We know it's silly to suggest that Miley dresses like a piece of bad clip art in order to earn our scorn, but what we're suggesting is…Maybe it isn't?
Hear us out: How else to explain why New York City is living under her vajayjay? How do you account for the black bustier her ta-tas are so perilously clinging to? Why else would she wear red satin Brian Atwood pumps if she didn't want us to call her Dorothy from The Wizard of Horrendous?
Look, Miley, if you're dressing like this to get our attention: Mission accomplished. If you're hoping that with each awful outfit we grow a little bit weaker: Another job well done.