By a show of hands, who here is tired of hearing about Miley Cyrus? Let’s see. Oh, wow. Everybody. Yeah, me too. I was tired of her when she was just a twinkle in her daddy’s achy breaky loins.
However, the fine folks at the Daily Prompt have solicited our opinions on her “performance” at the VMA’s. Since I’m running dry on writing material and I have an opinion on the subject, I figured I would oblige.
The day after the VMA’s the Twitter machine was inundated with a plethora of Beetlejuice and twerking jokes. And to be honest, up until that point I thought twerking meant using Twitter while at work. Thank you Urban Dictionary for enlightening me.
I was blissfully unaware that an awards ceremony had taken place the night before, but there was so much ruckus raised about the “performance” on Twitter, Facebook, and WordPress that I reluctantly took to the YouTube machine so I could see what all the fuss was about.
I have to say, Miley’s performance was the best bit of unintentional comedy I’ve ever seen. Well, in recent memory anyhow. I was laughing throughout the entire performance. The fact that I was slightly intoxicated while watching it may or may not have had something to do with said laughter. However, the whole thing was ridiculous from start to finish. From Miley’s ridiculous teddy bear outfit to her removing the outfit to “perform” with Robin Thicke to Robin Thicke’s choice of attire to Miley gyrating around the stage in plastic lingerie with a foam finger she kept shoving in her crotch, it was all totally absurd. One of those cases where something is so dumb it’s funny.
Many people reacted the same way I did to this “performance.” With laughter and jokes. Others were outraged by Miley’s skimpy attire and twerking (ugh, I hate that word) against Robin Thicke’s manly bits.
Let me just say this about that. I don’t have a problem with the choreography of this “performance.” Miley’s outfit was nothing worse than you would see at a pool, beach, or in a Victoria’s Secret commercial. Rubbing her bum up against Beetlejuice’s junk is something that happens in every dance club across the country on a daily basis. There is nothing to see here. Move along.
To those outraged by the outfit and twerking I would say you’re just a bit overly sensitive. Perhaps even prudish. If you’re outraged because of some kind of immoral message being sent to your children, let me ask you this – Why the hell are you letting your children watch MTV? This is the same network that brings us 16 and Pregnant and Jersey Shore. If you care about your children at all you’d have that infernal network blocked from your TV.
Ultimately, my response to this entire debacle is this – It’s MTV. What did you expect? You know MTV had to have known what they were planning to do before they did it. Why is no outrage being directed their way? Why is Miley taking the brunt of the scorn? How is this all entirely on her shoulders?
The thing that surprised me most is what people were not upset about – Robin Thicke’s song Blurred Lines. I have never heard this song but I’ve heard of it. The song and video have been described as promoting rape culture or saying that “no doesn’t really mean no.” I just looked up the lyrics and I have to be honest, I can’t make sense of most of them. There doesn’t seem to be a coherent thought articulated in these lyrics. Mostly what I got out of it was that he’s trying to get laid. That’s all I could discern from those asinine lyrics. Yet somehow this song reached #1 on the Billboard Charts. It’s sad what passes for popular music these days.
In the end, though, none of this really matters to me. The performance. The song. None of it. Do you want to know why? Because I’m ultimately in control of what my children see and are exposed to. If they see this then I have failed as a parent. If they see this and I don’t explain to them that the message they’re receiving from Robin Thicke’s idiotic song is wrong then I have failed as a parent. If I rely on MTV to be the moral compass of my children then I have failed as a parent. It isn’t MTV’s job to ensure my children receive positive messages. It isn’t Miley Cyrus’. It isn’t Robin Thicke’s. It’s mine. It’s my job to raise them and teach them right from wrong. Nobody else’s.
Every parent out there has the same power which I possess. Block MTV. Change the channel. Sit down and have a discussion with your children to tell them there is no such thing as blurred lines. Not when it comes to sex. Both parties either consent or they don’t. You, parents, have the power to tell your daughters not to emulate Miley. You, parents, have the power to tell your sons not to objectify women. You, parents, have the power to shape your children into decent human beings. Not only do you have the power, you have the responsibility.
As far as I’m concerned, if a child is prancing around singing the lyrics to Blurred Lines the finger of blame can only be pointed in one direction – the parents.