Dear Miley Cyrus,
I went to high school with a couple of girls like you.
I don’t mean that they were absolute rubbish at lip-synching, or that they were photographed from behind by Annie Leibovitz, or that their fathers were famous for one song and one haircut, or that their penchant for semi-nudity and bitchiness belied their loudly-announced churchiness.
I just mean that they were brainless skanks who irritated the living crap out of me.
Achily, and also Breakily,
PS: “Shah” is not a real word.