“Miley freaks out and gets right in the face of a photographer in LA!” fumes Hollywood Life in its item accompanying a clip of Miley Cyrus getting irritated with a paparazzo who messed up the old “swoop around the non-famous person while holding the camera above your head” move and jostled Cyrus’ mother, Tish, as he tried to get a shot of the starlet leaving a seemingly pleasant chicken lunch in the Los Angeles area. “Do you think she’s right to step in so fiercely to defend Tish?” Well, do you? Video below.
Yes, the more hair-trigger gossip blogs are making themselves all atwitter about someone being legitimately annoyed that she’s being trailed by people who want to take her picture while she’s trying to engage in basic human functions like eating, and who don’t entirely respect the personal boundaries of her and her close associates. Some outlets are even referring to her aggravation as a “rage,” even though she didn’t do anything like, say, wield an umbrella at a poor defenseless car window.
And the pro-paparazzo-moralizing doesn’t stop there, either; today there are reports of another incident between Cyrus and a cameraman, this one involving her trying to separate a snapper from his camera while she was coming back from the gym. (Perhaps her workout inspired her to show off her lunging skills?) This spat caused a blogger at Allie Is Wired to sniff upon seeing the shots, “If it were me, I’d just ignore the paps. Or just say hello and pose for them. That way it doesn’t give them a reason to chase you down and run at you to get their shot. But little Miss Cyrus is definitely exhibiting some anger management issues. She might want to get that checked out.” Well, I would rather deal with “anger management issues” than be the sort of person who snipes about people they’ve never met based on judgments from still photos that they’re pulling off a wire—indeed, that sort of behavior, I think, shows some weird sort of anger displacement, what with gossip bloggers needing vaguely controversial shots like the ones accompanying that ticky-tacking in order to keep their ad revenue rolling in. Will the cycle of armchair psychoanalyzing via half-glimpsed snippets of others’ lives ever end?