Oh Taylor. You were once so cute and innocent. Now look at you – black thigh-high garters, slip dress, Courtney Love rat’s nest hair and gothic black eyeliner. We’ve seen it all before. This is your signature style – how you separate yourself from the Miley’s in the actress turned pop star game. That sneaky little upskirt shot from your live Concert in Carson couldn’t have been an accident. You much know you can’t wear a dress that short on stage and not flash a little panty here and there. I don’t think you care though. I’ll admit, I have an inexplicable distaste for Miley Cyrus. It’s a problem, but for some reason, I like Taylor Momsen. Maybe it’s because she’s doing something different. Maybe it’s because she has attitude. Maybe it’s because she isn’t everywhere like Ms. Cyrus. But please, Taylor. You’re not even seventeen. Put on some damn pants before I have to start having a problem with you too. You don’t have to flash your panties to be a rock star. A little talent helps though. At least you have that.
