It feels like forever since we first watched the slow unraveled thread of Britney Spears' sanity, what with her being pictured wearing trucker hats, making out with K-Fed on beaches while his current baby-mama was knocked up with their 14th or something kid. When she used public restrooms not wearing shoes and strutted around in jeans cut so short that the pockets flapped against the front of her then still nubile thighs. Even though a number of the events that went down in Britney's life seem comparable to Miley Cyrus, I'm still not feeling the comparison when it comes to the insanity. I think Miley is sticking her tongue out at the world, not banging on its windshield with an umbrella. The hair is cute on her; If you haven't grown accustomed to it by now, you're lying to yourself. Miley was once a lightning rod for a lot of things I saw wrong with her generation and while I am not going to cave to say that I've turned a cheeky leaf, I will say this: I'd back Miley before Rihanna or even Katy Perry any day, when it comes to intrigue and longevity. Like her or loathe her, them legs are gunna go miles.