Star Magazine is reporting that Miley Cyrus might be a bit of a diva. I don't really mind. Since she single-handedly brought the Party to the USA, all the while wearing cutoff jean shorts, she deserves whatever the hell she wants.
The story is that she ordered food at Pop Burger in NYC. When the cashier asked for a name to mark the order, Miley got upset. Reportedly, she yelled, "Are you serious…I'm Miley Cyrus."
The cashier was still unimpressed and replied, "That’s nice for you. Here's your order."
I don’t know exactly what they serve at Pop Burger, but I'm guessing it involves burgers. As a comfort-food-ordering connoisseur, I would like to offer a tip to my girl Miley: If, when you order any sort of burger-type meal at a counter and the cashier does not know who you are, you have won. Don't try to be a hero, don't try to explain who you are. Just grab the to-go bag, check that they've included extra ranch, and get the f--k out of there.