In news that somehow didn’t already happen a decade ago, Miley Cyrus is finally getting her star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Yes, finally — because if anyone has been doing the most in public, in heels, in leather, and occasionally in a mullet, it’s been Miley.
The announcement came during the Class of 2026 press conference (glorified group chat for celebrities and their PR teams), where Miley appeared looking more Joan Jett than Hannah Montana, reminding the public that she really can’t be tamed. She’ll be immortalized alongside a varied lineup that includes Shaquille O’Neal, Timothée Chalamet, Demi Moore, Josh Groban, and yes, Gordon Ramsay — so the brunch crowd and your older sister’s playlist are both eating.
Fresh off the release of Something Beautiful — her ninth album and perhaps her most intentional — Cyrus continues to lean into glam rock emotionality, full-throttle vocals, and zero patience for safe pop. It’s the grown-up version of a teenage scream: raspy, world-weary, and more concerned with guitars than TikTok dances. The album did well, even with a Pitchfork score that read like it was written by someone who’s never seen a woman wear cowboy boots unironically.
Naturally, Miley took to Instagram with a sentimental post that somehow made even Hollywood Boulevard sound spiritual. She recalled late-night childhood walks with her dad, buying fake Oscars and Marilyn Monroe trinkets — a real tourist-core origin story — before pivoting into gratitude mode. It’s sincere, it’s sweet, it’s Miley: always one foot in the glitter, the other in her feelings.
And while it’s poetic that the Disney Legend herself is finally being cemented in LA sidewalk lore, one can’t help but wonder why this didn’t happen years ago. For someone who’s lived 17 lives before age 32 — child star, pop provocateur, backyard Sessions blues queen, pandemic-era therapist, rock ‘n’ roll revivalist — the star feels overdue. But then again, Miley’s never exactly done things on time. She’s just always made sure we’re watching.
Now that she’s on the boulevard with the legends that raised her — literally and musically — the only question left is when the Bangerz era gets its own shrine. Because let’s be honest: no one’s walking past that without singing “Wrecking Ball.”
