OK, Hollywood. I get it. Miley Cyrus is a mega-star; the current lead act in the 3-ring circus that has taken the place of what used to be innovative pop art, accomplished by real artists.

Miley Cyrus, the uber-talented teen idol turned trampy twerker, is just the latest example of the corporate world buying, manufacturing, and selling talent ingeniously designed for massive mainstream consumption.

It’s the same formula utilized for her male counterpart, Justin Bieber, as well as countless predecessors like Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Lindsay Lohan.

Buy low, sell high, and keep developing young talent that can be safely contained within the protected ivory walls of big business. Then, indoctrinate a young fan base, sit back, and collect huge checks.

And so, because the money adds up, there is Miley Cyrus on my TV screen, singing Sinatra with Ryan Seacrest, while I ring in the New Year. I have no choice in the matter. But what many of those that are disconnected from this bizarre mainstream mega-culture often fail to comprehend is that this has always been the master plan.

There is no reason to ask, “what was she thinking?” because she’s never thinking.

She’s a young, naïve, procured artist with undeniable talent and now, thanks to Disney and a collection of nameless executives, she has entered Phase II of her journey through stardom; a complete redesign.

And it’s going fantastic.

Sex sells, and as soon as was constitutionally allowed, barely-legal Miley was transformed from an innocent girl to a premiere sexual-fantasy prospect. Parents were mortified, music purists were appalled, and Miley’s “We Can’t Stop” music video broke VEVO’s record for views in 24 hours (previously held by Justin Bieber).

Sure, it all seems frivolous, right up until you catch your 8-year old niece twerking the sofa; but shame on those outraged critics who expect a 21-year old, entitled, filthy rich, famous girl to have anything significant to say about, well, anything.

Poor Destiny Hope Cyrus (yes, she has a stripper name) is doing her gosh-darn best, and we should all just enjoy while she licks sledgehammers and humps dogs and dances embarrassingly bad at award shows.

Hell, it’s Showbiz!