Billy Ray Cyrus recently celebrated his wedding to Firerose in an intimate ceremony. This union followed his divorce from Tish Cyrus in 2022, marking the third time they filed for divorce after 28 years of marriage. Following the divorce, Billy Ray Cyrus began dating Firerose, an Australian artist, and the two announced their engagement in November 2022.
Interestingly, Billy Ray and Firerose had crossed paths years ago when Firerose auditioned for a role on “Hannah Montana” 13 years prior. This serendipitous encounter left a lasting impression on Billy Ray, who recalled the moment he first saw her and sensed her star potential. Although she didn’t land the role, Billy Ray introduced her to some producers, which ultimately led to a friendship that would later blossom into a romantic relationship.
Billy Ray and Firerose’s love story developed after his divorce in early 2022. They officially became a couple, and Firerose moved in with him in August 2022. Shortly thereafter, he proposed, and they decided to make their love official through marriage.
Their wedding coincided with Tish Cyrus, Billy Ray’s ex-wife, remarrying in August 2023 to “Prison Break” star Dominic Purcell. Tish’s two children from a previous relationship, Brandi and Trace, were in attendance at her wedding. Billy Ray had adopted Brandi and Trace while he was married to Tish. Billy Ray and Tish also have three children together: Miley Cyrus, Braison, and Noah.
Notably, Noah and Braison were absent from their mother’s wedding. They were seen together on the day of the wedding, posting on Instagram about their outing to Walmart. The choice of their outing on the wedding day raised some eyebrows.
As Billy Ray and Firerose shared pictures from their wedding day on social media, some fans focused on one detail: Billy Ray Cyrus’s hair. Some fans expressed surprise and wondered why he didn’t style his hair differently for the occasion, with comments like, “Could have at least brushed his hair for the occasion” and “He couldn’t comb his hair??” This sparked discussion about his hairstyle choice for the wedding.
Billy Ray Cyrus and Firerose’s wedding marked a significant moment in their relationship, and while the focus may have been on his hair for some, it’s a celebration of love and happiness that they both clearly cherish.
My 81-year-old grandma started posting selfies on Instagram with heavy filters.
The notification popped up on my phone, another Instagram post from Grandma Rose. I sighed, tapping on the icon. There she was, her face smoothed and airbrushed beyond recognition, a pair of oversized, cartoonish sunglasses perched on her nose. A cascade of digital sparkles rained down around her. The caption read, “Feeling my vibe! #OOTD #YOLO #GrandmaGoals.”
My stomach churned. At first, it had been a novelty, a quirky, endearing quirk of my 81-year-old grandmother. But now, weeks into her social media blitz, it was bordering on unbearable.
It had started innocently enough. She’d asked me to help her set up an Instagram account, intrigued by the photos I’d shown her of my travels and friends. I’d thought it was a sweet way for her to stay connected with the family, a digital scrapbook of sorts.
But Grandma Rose had taken to Instagram like a fish to water, or rather, like a teenager to a viral trend. She’d discovered the world of filters, the power of hashtags, and the allure of online validation. Suddenly, she was posting multiple times a day, each photo more heavily filtered than the last.
The captions were a whole other level of cringe. She’d pepper them with slang I barely understood, phrases like “slay,” “lit,” and “no cap.” She’d even started using emojis, a barrage of hearts, stars, and laughing faces that seemed to clash with her gentle, grandmotherly image.
The pinnacle of my mortification came when she asked me, with wide, earnest eyes, how to do a “get ready with me” video. “You know, darling,” she’d said, her voice brimming with excitement, “like those lovely young ladies on the internet. I want to show everyone my makeup routine!”
I’d choked on my coffee. My makeup routine consisted of moisturizer and a swipe of mascara. Grandma Rose’s “makeup routine” involved a dusting of powder and a dab of lipstick.
The worst part was, my entire family was egging her on. They’d shower her with likes and comments, calling her “amazing,” “inspiring,” and “a social media queen.” They were completely oblivious to my growing dread.
I was trapped in a vortex of secondhand embarrassment. What if my friends saw these posts? What if my coworkers stumbled upon her profile? I could already imagine the whispers, the snickers, the awkward attempts at polite conversation.
I found myself avoiding family gatherings, dreading the inevitable discussions about Grandma Rose’s latest post. I’d scroll through my feed, wincing at each new notification, my finger hovering over the “unfollow” button, a button I couldn’t bring myself to press.
One evening, I found myself sitting across from my mom, the glow of her phone illuminating her face as she scrolled through Grandma Rose’s profile. “Isn’t she just the cutest?” she gushed, showing me a photo of Grandma Rose with a digital halo and angel wings.
“Mom,” I said, my voice strained, “don’t you think this is… a little much?”
My mom looked at me, her brow furrowed. “What do you mean? She’s having fun. She’s expressing herself.”
“But it’s not her,” I argued. “It’s like she’s trying to be someone else.”
“She’s adapting, darling,” my mom said, her voice gentle. “She’s embracing technology. She’s living her best life.”
I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument. My family, in their well-meaning attempt to support Grandma Rose, were completely blind to the awkwardness of the situation.
I decided to try a different approach. The next time Grandma Rose asked me for help with her Instagram, I sat down with her and gently explained the concept of “authenticity.” I showed her photos of herself, unfiltered and unedited, her smile genuine, her eyes sparkling with wisdom.
“You’re beautiful just the way you are, Grandma,” I said, my voice sincere. “You don’t need filters or slang to be amazing.”
She looked at the photos, her eyes softening. “Do you really think so, darling?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“Absolutely,” I said, squeezing her hand.
Grandma Rose didn’t stop posting, but she did tone it down. The filters became less intense, the captions more genuine. She even started sharing stories from her life, anecdotes that were both heartwarming and hilarious.
And slowly, I began to appreciate her online presence. I realized that it wasn’t about trying to be an influencer; it was about Grandma Rose finding her own way to connect with the world, to express her joy, to simply be herself. And in the end, that was more than enough.
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