I am seriously not sure what the problem is. I am more disturbed by the animal creatures on stage than what Miley is doing. I am still not sure what “twerking” is, but I am led to believe it has something to do with her gyrating hip movements. Well… damn… I wish I knew how to do that… but with my lack of coordination I would probably land flat on my face, so totally not going to try any time soon.
So she is wearing a skimpy outfit and getting all sorts of slutty. How is that any different than what Britney was doing in the late nineties? How is that any different than Madonna in the eighties? People were outraged then, and not even batting a lash now.
I remember when Madonna’s videos’s only came on after midnight, and my aunt would buy the VHS tapes. No, even as a young child I wasn’t prohibited from watching any of that. My parents weren’t into the whole restrictions thing. I grew up on Like A Prayer:
Girl Gone Wild:
Miley doesn’t even phase me. I read a post on someone’s personal blog praying for her soul. Really? Well, I am sure Miley’s soul needs a lot of prayer, but that performance doesn’t even make the list. How is she ever going to find a husband? Just fine, and she will probably do better than I ever did. What will her children say? My mom is hot. How will she feel when she is forty? She will have a lot of fun stories to tell. What stories do you have?
I am not denying the fact that there might be a stage in her life where she may regret what she did that night, or feel embarrassed about it. I am not justifying her actions. But I am also acknowledging that, whether we like it or not, there is an inherent difference between the rest of us and her. If I were to do the same and post it online (while I fall flat on my face), the repercussions would ruin me. Last time I checked, her album sales went up. Unfortunately a lot of people *do* recognize this point, and despise her for it, publicly berate her, post malicious content, and secretly steep in their own jealousy.
I can’t personally say I would ever want to make a public showing of that type of behavior, but I would love to have the courage to emulate it for private use. I never have. My sexuality scares me and hasn’t yet been fully explored while Miley makes use of hers, actively probing its potential. Do I hate her for it? Do I have some sort of perverse need to call her names? Judge her for it while I secretly enjoy her performance? Albeit, with the sound off.
If you saw it live, you were watching the VMA’s. What did you expect, Mother Theresa? You knew Robin Thicke was going to be there. You have seen his videos and heard his songs. I know there are debates over his objectification of women, and we all know men who want to sleep with women should be burned at the stake. Yes, I like his songs. I happen to be a woman. Deal with it. Again, you were watching the VMA’s. What did you think was going to happen?
Almost as if everyone was waiting for it to happen just so they can be outraged.