I was finally validated when this article came out in the New York Times. Someone who has the same view of things is Jon Caramani, who,in his article wrote, "Still, you think, “Blurred Lines” is a must, a necessary acknowledgment of the sound of the summer. But what to do about Mr. Thicke, an unfettered cornball and, at 36, old enough to possibly be the father of some of the other nominees. He needs to be subverted, minimized, annihilated.
Luckily enough, you have a nuclear weapon at your disposal: Miley Cyrus, the perfect antidote for the Thicke contagion. Bring him out after Ms. Cyrus, her spindly limbs and her motorized tongue having already made an indelible mark on the stage, and then allow Ms. Cyrus to sing part of his song while applying various of her body parts to various ones of Mr. Thicke’s. Mr. Thicke, no matter how ludicrous a suit he may choose to wear, will be helpless to overcome her. The show can move on."
Brilliant. She saved the VMAs, but Miley, put that fucking tongue away!