GFM

I'm 31 years old. I'm not sure what music I'm supposed to be liking and listening to at this stage in my life, but I'm kinda embarassed to admit that I like Miley Cyrus' music.

There.
I said it.

A few weeks ago, I heard a radio deejay talking about how there is an "elite" group of adults that identify themselves as GFMs -- Grown-ups for Miley. I'm shuttering with embarassment to even admit this, but at the moment I heard that, I didn't feel so bad, like I was the only dork above the Hannah Montana-aged audience who enjoyed her some Miley. I like Miley's stuff. That song about what she hates about you and then the song about the climb, and all the other ones.

Tonight, I'm driving home, singing along to Miley's song about waving her hips like yeah and how this can't be a Nashville party and blah blah blah there's a party in the U.S.A. Yeah, I don't even really know the words. But the song makes me happy.

And tonight, I'm overly thankful and appreciative of being able to sing in the car, windows tightly rolled-up, making sure that absolutely NO ONE knows that I am rocking out to Miley.