Miley Cyrus and THAT VMA Performance
The VMAs have long been a talking point for their performances. Remember Britney Spears doing Slave 4 U with the snake and that awesome dance routine? Yeah, talk of the 2001 VMAs and a moment that defined her and her place in pop culture. Well, the VMAs turned up a moment this weekend that was memorable, but perhaps won’t be recalled as wistfully as that Britney performance. Miley Cyrus took to the stage for 6 utterly baffling minutes that have been the talk of the interwebs since.
I feel for Cyrus in a way. She seems rather desperate to break free from the shackles of her former child star Hannah Montana life. Now 21, she’s spent the past couple of years being all ‘Look ma! I’m all growed up!’ Her new single ‘We Can’t Stop’ has been the sound of the summer (not in my particular circle, but hey) and one senses she saw this performance as her chance to really put her stamp on her adulthood.
It’s hard to know where to start with the train wreck of a performance really. The big teddy bears dancing on stage? Miley’s onesie? The fact that she stripped down to a flesh coloured latex bra and panties? Whatever the hell her hair was doing? The rather obscene objectification of black women? Take your pick. I find it interesting that Miley’s declaration of her adulthood seems to centre around her perceived sexual availability. Wearing as little as possible, acting like a child, twerking and occasionally rubbing your privates on a giant foam finger is how all women claim their grown femininity Miley, well done. Golf claps.
Why do these chicks all think they are being sexually liberated by prancing around in next to nothing. I can’t understand why you can’t be a hot, confident, sexually charged, dynamic, talented women and wear some clothes. Why are those things diametrically opposed?
By the time Robin Thicke comes out, my cringe-o-metre damn near broke. I love(d) Robin Thicke, back when he sung beautiful love songs like ‘Lost Without You’. Now he seems to have turned into Pervy McPerverson and I don’t understand how it happened. I need a flow chart or something. That ‘Blurred Lines’ song and its creepy lyrics is just way to uncomfortable for me, but then team it with Miley Cyrus prancing and twerking in her bra and panties in front of a fully suited and booted Robin Thicke and the irony of Miley saying ‘we run things, things don’t run we’ in her song just slaps you in the face.
Take a look at your outfit, check out how you’re twerking in front of a man who croons ‘I know your want it’ while you grind your ass into his crotch. Trust me, the patriarchy is well and truly running dat ass Miley.
Mainly, it’s just boring now. These types of performances, those types of outfits – it’s so oversexualised it’s become completely unsexy. Here’s hoping Miley finds her way, bonus points if it involves some clothes.