When someone showed me the Miley Cyrus “We Can’t Stop” YouTube video at a dinner party a few weeks ago, I had no idea it would eventually dominate every media outlet. Even CNN.com featured her raunchy VMA performance the following day on its homepage.
Because we all have our priorities straight. Syria-sly.
When I viewed this precious time capsule of modern culture for the first time, I was mesmerized. My mouth was frozen open and I probably swallowed a fly. My friend insisted that the video was “brilliant” and that the song was great. I tried to view the video from his point of view. The song was certainly catchy.
What made me “twerk” was watching a young woman awkwardly express herself in ways her body isn’t quite ready. From a woman’s point of view, I thought her performance was amateur at best.
But there is always someone willing to make a buck off of a young girl’s evolution into womanhood. And there are plenty of girls out there who think, in their naturally narcissistic, child-like way, what’s the big deal?
Miley Cyrus is in the Girl Box–a place where a once happy, confident, self-assured young girl goes because the world tells her that she should be something else (sexy), look like someone else (naked) and behave in ways contrary to who she instinctively knows she really is (absurd, promiscuous, indulgent, reckless).
We can’t expect more from a 20 year old. Miley may be a willing participant, but she’s a kid whose brain has yet to catch up with her body.
We can, however, expect more from the adults who manage her. The producer of this video is an opportunist and takes advantage of a vulnerable young women in the midst of an identity crisis. I hope for the sake of her health that she will eventually grow weary of the lifestyle she promotes: promiscuous sex, cavalier drug use and excessive drinking.
Of course, there’s no one to stop her because she’s, like, famous. And it’s her party and she can do what she wants, it’s her house and she can love who she wants, it’s her song and she can sing if she wants to, and it’s her mouth and she can say what she wants to… and she just can’t stop.
Oh, Miley… famous for all the wrong reasons. God how I felt so inspired by your “mountain” song and was so happy for you when you were asked to be a mentor to those American Idol kids. It’s heartbreaking to see you and your handlers squander your talent and the institutional musical knowledge you’ve acquired over the years. If only you would redirect the foam finger you’re shoving in your crotch and waving in our faces to those who actually deserve it.
Your audience didn’t make you twerk. Someone decided to make a twerk out of you.
I predict that 2013 is going to be that stupid tattoo that Miley got but will never truly be able to get rid of. Also, I will never look at a foam finger in the same way again.