What the Hell is a Hannah Montana?
For everyone that doesn't have an eight, nine or ten-year old daughter or doesn't work at either paper or any of the local television stations or at Key Arena, Hannah Montana is some Disney television thing that toured through Seattle yesterday to a storm of coverage and over-inflated ticket prices. The show's pretext is that this teenager leads a double life: everyday anonymous jerk by day, rock star Hannah Montana by night.
It looked like this in Seattle (turn your sound down):
Now, if Seattlest can pull our waistband up a little higher than usual, stoop over, and adjust our bifocals, can we ask how the hell eight and nine-year-olds are even aware enough to know that a Hannah Montana concert is happening? Yeah, we get email alerts from our favorite bands and they text us when they're going to be in town, but how exactly does that work for an eight-year-old? We were sixteen when we went to our first concert and we drove ourselves there, which, between Seattlest and you and our friend who did the body work on our parents' faux-woody wagon, was a colossal mistake. AC/DC, however, rocked. We certainly didn't ask our parents to pay an exorbitant amount for the tickets (or, better yet, to exploit us in their Youtube advertising in order to afford them).
And poor Hannah... How long until she Britney's out and we see some future Chris Crocker crying, "Leave Hannah alone!"


