Is Miley America's young, waiting to be devoured? Is she our new Princess of Pop, or is she a princess waiting to be popped? Or is Miley all of us, all of us in our toiling, immature machinations of narcissism?
Journalists and bloggers, like giggling, grade-school children, can't seem to contain themselves over the opportunity to make fun of the boy in the mayoral race with a name that sounds like a male body part.
To address when I commented -- with deliberate irony -- how "brilliant a royal Kate is" [for having a boy], perhaps I should share the historical context that some appear to have missed, where many a royal wife suffered at the hands of her husband for not producing a male heir.