Don't Tell My Boss, My Achy Breaky Boss

This morning I woke up to yet another story about racy photos of 15-year-old uberstar Miley Cyrus, this time leaked cell-phone pics that she sent to her ex-boyfriend Nick Jonas. Readers my age will understand Cyrus' plight better if they know that she's Billy Ray Cyrus' daughter and has been his meal ticket since those of us old enough to remember "Achy Breaky Heart" stopped putting money in juke boxes. Younger readers may know Miley better as Hannah Montana, Disney's meal ticket since John Smith copped a feel on Pocahontas, or since parents found the giant hidden penis on the cover of The Little Mermaid and decided they'd rather expose their children to overt sexuality instead of implicit sexuality.

Most of you should recall the giant stink Disney made over some pictures Cyrus did in Vanity Fair in which she was "artistically" nude under a blanket. These new ones are basically your typical "Myspace whore pic" fare. I will not link to them, because unlike Disney, I do not peddle kiddy porn. You can Google them if you're that desperate to see a teenage girl's bra.

Apparently, Disney is already making an equivalent stink over these leaks. I can't help but make two observations:

1. Chances are that when Disney throws out a press release, it will be directed at Cyrus herself. Yet Disney employs and promotes Nick Jonas and his band the Jonas Brothers, too. Where's the outrage at his betrayal of Miley's trust? She could have sent him all the pics she wanted if he knew how to keep something private (or, if the leak was accidental, if he kept better track of his cell phone). Isn't he the one who has created a huge PR quagmire for Disney this time and risked bringing down one of their biggest two-headed monster franchises?

2. Why the hell do girls send these pics to guys anymore? Seriously. They all end up plastered all over the Internet. All. Of. Them. Wanna know why? Look at our role models. Billy Ray Cyrus: peddles his own daughter semi-nude for big cash because he didn't invest his own one-hit wonder money better (for counter-example, see Vanilla Ice). For the younger kids, Nick Jonas. Dude doesn't even comb his hair. How's he supposed to be trusted?

Have a nice day.