Miley Cyrus, star of the show Hannah Montana and idol of screaming girls everywhere, turned 15 on Friday. For those who don't know, Miley is the latest child star from the Disney "build-a-child-pop-phenom-make-big-bucks-and-then-watch- her-implode-by-the-time-she's-18" machine. Brit and Lindsay may later teach her how to crash a car and snort blow off a college kid's booty, but for now, "I'm staying pure" Miley celebrated her big 15 with, well, 15,000 of her hometown "friends." Yes, I suppose the result of money and sold-out shows and hordes of rabid pre-teen girl fans would be about 15,000 friends. Who I'm sure all continue to stand by you when you go into rehab.
Miley got a cake onstage and her birthday wish--a childhood to be in Nashville with her peeps, working the crowd on her birthday. Her dad may now be stripped of his mullet glory but at least he gets a chance to bask in his kid's limelight glow. Miley brought him on stage for her encore, saying, "I'd like to bring out my best friend -- that just about says it all -- my daddy." I've never been into the whole 'parents-as-friends' thing but I suppose when you have 15,000 friends, you sort of lose perspective.
