Remember when Miley Cyrus performed with Robin Thicke at the MTV Video Awards show and America couldn't stop talking about how she had the gall to shake her butt on the talkybox? Oh. Wait. You'd forgotten about it completely since it had no bearing on real life and didn't affect you at all?
It seems Vogue editor Anna Wintour still remembers. She's pulling poor Miley's upcoming cover over the whole fiasco because, you know, fashionistas are prudes and no one involved in high fashion has ever done anything scandalous. They just sit around making lace together in someone's parlor while the men-folk talk in the study about Calvin Klein.
The 20-year-old, who only wanted the world to google "twerk" on a Monday morning in August, was photographed for the cover of the December issue of Vogue.
Was it Cyrus's arrhythmic gyrating that disappointed Wintour's sensibilities? Or her luminescent flesh-colored vinyl bikini? The pedestrian foam accessory she sported on her hand? That tongue? Did Cyrus's use of gigantic stuffed teddy bears as social commentary repulse Wintour's curatorial vision?
And so the circle of vapidness is complete. Amurika wins.