In the two years since Miley Cyrus?s latex-covered butt cheeks twerked their way to worldwide notoriety at the 2013 MTV Video Music Awards, the ex-Disney star?s very name has begun functioning as an adjective; code for a one-woman, id-driven, peace-loving, weed and molly-fueled?and often exasperating?spectacle. That?s in part thanks to dad Billy Ray Cyrus, whose mantra every time the press shows up hoping for a fatherly meltdown after his daughter has flashed a boob, smoked a blunt, or rubbed her ass into an old man?s crotch on TV is always, ?She?s just being Miley.? But Cyrus has earned more than just happiness from ?being Miley.? The 22-year-old has earned the kind of freedom and power enjoyed by only the most elite artists in show business: powerful enough to surprise-release a meandering, 23-track-long psychedelic manifesto independent of her contract with RCA Records, and free enough to do it entirely according to her own artistic vision, without a word of interference from dudes in suits.
