I’m not going to blog about Miley Cyrus. I’m not going to blog about Miley Cyrus. I’m not going to blog about Miley Cyrus.
I’ve been repeating that all week.
Yet here we are.
If you were fortunate enough to be living under a rock and miss the MTV VMAs, you missed Hanna Montana giving the nation a lesson in public twerking. If you are attracted to children shaped like screen doors, you might have be turned on.
I tuned out. Meanwhile, America suddenly has become obsessed with twerking, like it hasn’t been around at least 15 years. Gifs starting flying fast and furiously. I’ve even seen rickety newscasters attempting to twerk on TV, looking like the Robot Chicken android in the process.
However, it’s the “social commentary” on the issue that troubles me most. Social media needs an adult in the room to be the voice of reason.
Lucky for you, daddy’s home.
Here’s an excerpt from Solidarity is For Miley Cyrus: The Racial Implications of her VMA Performance, over at jezebel.com:
What Miley did last night was easily one of the most racist displays I’ve ever seen. From her insistence on twerking, to her use of all black women as literal props (they were teddy bears) to her smacking of her dancer’s ass and the simulation of rimming, it is very clear to me, that Miley thinks that black women’s bodies are to be enjoyed, devalued and put on display for entertainment purposes.
This echoes similar sentiments I’ve seen on my own social media timeline, claiming that Miley is profiting off of black culture and its love of flaunting bare booties.
Whoa, since when has black culture been defined by stripper moves?
Women have long been victims of degradation in the media. And yeah, black culture has been one of the worst offenders. But Miley wasn’t trying to “be black.” She was trying to “be slutty” and generate controversy. Sadly, it worked.
Even I fell for it. I’m writing about her now.
Look at Madonna in the ’80s or Christina Aguilera when she dropped that Stripped album. Both were looking for a cheap and easy way to build a new image. Sex sells and they cashed in. Miley’s no different.
Male artists do this too. Justin Bieber is one club confrontation away from being as demented as my crazed Cousin Chris Brown. When Bieber gets locked up for suplexing one of the toddlers from One Direction, should we say he’s trying to “be black” and “profiting from culture?” Of course not. Bieber’s older and is going for a bad boy image. Ladies love bad boys, so I’m told.
Except you, Puffy. No one likes you.
When I think of black culture, I don’t think of Harriet Tubman gettin’ turnt up on the Underground Railroad or Michelle Obama gettin’ ratchet in the Oval Office. That line of thinking is called stereotyping, boys and girls. And when African American luminaries like Juicy J, esq., are offering $50,000 scholarships for twerking, we’re our own worst enemies.
This week, of ALL weeks, the time where the entire world is celebrating the 50th anniversary of the most powerful speech of all time, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have A Dream Speech,” the last thing the black community needs to argue about is who is and who is not allowed to rotate their rectum in public.
If you’re tired of the twerk talk, there’s an easy way to end it – stop picking and choosing who can and can’t twerk. Nicki Minaj posts a vid twerking in a pool and every man I know is overcome with Internet Thirst. Miley does the same thing and it’s suddenly a huge issue. You can’t have it both ways.
It’s all fun and games until you catch your own daughter on the Twerk Team. Don’t let things go that far.
Miley didn’t specifically degrade black women Sunday night. She degraded herself. And tying that pitiful attempt at booty shaking to the black race is the most degrading thing of all.