It’s not everyday that a giant pop star (hate all you want, there’s no denying she can move units) calls out Philadelphia in their Rolling Stone cover moment. Here’s the paragraph that’s inspired many tweets and blog posts and sighs:
“But it was last summer, in Philadelphia, where she really found her new style. She was living there with Hemsworth, who was filming a movie with Harrison Ford. “Best summer ever,” Miley says. “Have you ever been to South Street in Philly? That’s where I got my first chain. Sixteen bucks – not real,” she says, laughing. “I was away from people for a minute, and I just started feeling my own vibe. I bought a pair of Doc Martens. I shaved my head. Driving a fucking Ford Explorer around. Just blending in.”
Well, alright. Guess that happened. While we DO NOT appreciate the idea that, well, one just blends in here in Philadelphia, we DO like the idea of pop stars sojourning in Philly and finding some kind of groove, unbothered.
We like to make fun of ourselves. We do. We jest about cheesesteaks and hoagies and Souf Philly, but maybe there is just a little bit of magic in a stroll on South Street. It’s like our St. Mark’s Place or our Hawthorne Avenue or whatever primary weird, quirky but also touristy and charming haunt of a street in Chicago or Boston or whatever. And if South Street’s what people think about Philly, then that’s A-OK. Hawthorne Ave. doesn’t have like 14 places to buy high-tops and bongs.
Miley’s weird. The whole story is, surprise, a pretty annoying read. It’s just kind of hard to like her. She is the supervisor of Appropriation Station, and her music videos, as of late, are just sad displays of oversharing skin. But she’s young, rich and lost, and it’s honestly pretty fun to watch her make all the mistakes she’s making. We’re all becoming better people because of it, right?
No mention is made of her gaining weight while in town. So, there’s that. She bought Doc Marten’s, not a sweatsuit! Respect.