I am going to do it. I will toss my hat into the ring to be yet another one of the dime a dozen people that feels the need to flood your already overcrowded feed with yet another two cents worth of commentary on the [quote] epic disgrace of the decade [end quote] that was Miley Cyrus a.k.a Hannah Montana at the MTV Video Music Awards this year.
Before you roll your eyes, I am going to warn you that I am not going to write another outraged parent piece (“Miley Cyrus makes it a harder world to raise our daughters in”) or a ‘what is this generation coming to’ rant. I am going to say the same thing that I always do when a teen idol grows up into a wild, provocatively dancing, partying-’til-the-break-of-dawn adult…
I have watched the my Facebook news feed be bombarded with the sentiments that I quoted above for two solid days. I have seen the intolerance for being that overly sexualized out of the mouths of the exact same girls that I remember being on top of the bars right next to me when we were in our twenties. The same women that I went to clubs with that left the same night with someone they had been dancing with– dancing that would have made ol’ Miley Hannah’s twerking look like the Hokey Pokey at a church social.
I mean, what all of the sudden gives us the right to be so Holier-than-thou? I am sure that every person that is taking to social media in this hardly unprecedented sense of outrage has been rebellious. They all, at one point, did not want to be talked to or seen as a “little girl” any more. They probably acted out, dressed well above their age, danced all night, drank too much, experimented with sexuality, acted borderline out of control….
The only difference is that, in our age of youthful bad decisions and indiscretions, we did not live in fish bowl. Miley Cyrus does. Lindsey Lohan does. Janelle what’s-her-face from Teen Mom does. These girls are not horrific. They are young and stupid just like we all were once upon a time. The only difference is that they have the money and the visibility to make it look truly bad. But I have seen worse at any bar on a Friday night since I have been old enough to be granted entry to one (and younger still with a fake ID– GASP!)
If you think that Miley’s “twerking” was sign that our society is headed downhill -and fast- you must not have stayed up late at night to watch Madonna concerts on HBO with me when I was in grade school. With her cone bras and backup dancers writhing around on over sized beds. Or watched her videos advocating that she was “keeping her baby” even though she was still in high school, how being touched by a man made her feel “like a virgin” once again, or a how-to tutorial on why it was glamorous to be a gold digging “material girl”. Did that viewership cause me to become a teen mom or a trophy wife? No, And even in my moments of youthful antics, Madonna was the farthest thing from my mind, I can promise you that.
Being wild and provocative is not new or really that sensational. Having your personal life and escapades updated seven and eight times daily…that is. These girls -tragically- are navigating a notoriously uncertain age with too much money and too little guidance as everyone in their “camp” is payed to be there. I am not appalled by their very typical young and outwardly silly behavior, I genuinely feel sorry for them.
While I get to look back on my past transgressions and can be grateful that there was no such thing as Facebook or Twitter back then, these girls will grow up, have children of their own, and will still have to be reminded of this tumultuous time in their lives every time a TMZ “Most Shocking Moments” comes on. Those poor things.
And as for the moms that are all up in arms about having to raise their daughters in this world where Hanna Montana grew up and dropped it like it was hot on national television? Well, just be glad that you will have someone to blame now if you catch little Susie trying out her twerk skills in the bathroom mirror.
Enjoy that soapbox, ladies, we are the last generation to have the privilege.
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