You star in one crappy kids' show about a schoolgirl secretly living the life of a pop star, performing under a moniker that's better suited for aspiring porn starlets, and suddenly you find yourself actually believing you are a pop star. Such is the hard knock life of Miley Cyrus, who has starred in such Cannes-snubbed features as Bolt and some movie about that same schoolgirl-turned-pop-star-not-porn-starlet. She's also well-remembered for her turn as "Mudka's Meat Hut Waitress" on this TV spin-off of some animated Disney movie that nobody remembers. And when she's not earning the ire of Margaret Cho, it's no surprise that Miley would be a total Radioheadcase, likely bopping along to "Creep" while chain-smoking between scenes on Hannah Montana or drunk-dialing daddy Billy Ray, shrieking the lyrics to "Karma Police" into her T-Mobile handset (that myFaves deal's a steal, I hear!).

More unsurprising is that the angsty singer-songwriter/sometime China girl was steaming from the ears when denied an audience with Radiohead backstage at the 2009 Grammys a few hundred million years ago, as a stegosaurus and Beyoncé were both lamenting the widespread availability of blood diamonds when it came to putting a ring on it. Fumed Miley upon learning that Radiohead didn't make a habit out of meeting emotionally unhinged fans, "I left 'cause I was so upset. I wasn't going to watch them. Stinkin' Radiohead! I'm going to ruin them. I'm going to tell everyone." So far, there's been no trace of a smear campaign on her MySpace, but she could mean that she'll do to them what she did to Cyndi Lauper: Cover song! But Thom Yorke & co. remain unperturbed by the ramblings of a crazy teenage girl -- simultaneously opening their mouths to robotically rebuff, "When Miley grows up, she'll learn not to have such a sense of entitlement." But guys! Girls just wanna have fun.