When I first saw Miley Cyrus’s haircut, I just shook my head. At that moment I realized that the downward spiral of her sanity was just beginning. Yeah the pictures of her ripping a bong were pretty iffy, but come on, if it’s socially acceptable for Justin Bieber to get high then Miley can too. But then we witnessed the “We Can’t Stop” video, where she had her fun twerking and dancing with massive teddy bears in a skimpy spandex outfit. During her interview with Jimmy Kimmel, Miley described some of the symbolism behind the video.
“As you can see my necklace says doll, so that’s me making out with a doll version of my myself. Doll on doll on doll”
And my personal favorite:
“Nothing too deep, just a cool ass skull of French fries”
Shortly after the video was released, Miley appalled the masses by grinding on Robin Thicke at the MTV awards. We’ll just call it grinding, because that’s the best word for whatever happened on stage. Oh, and how could we forget my favorite video, Wrecking Ball? She wasted a precious 3 minutes and 42 seconds of our time toying with a sledgehammer, crying, and riding a giant ball and chain… naked.
I’ve had countless conversations with friends making fun of this washed up Disney Star on drugs, but then I find myself humming “We can’t stop” as I load my next batch of laundry. To be honest, I totally compared my last exam to a wrecking ball in conversation the other day. So what is this strange, love/hate fascination we have with Miley? Are we falling right into her trap? Why do we care so much?
Her outrageous videos, interviews, and live performances have created quite a splash in the media. We simply “can’t stop” watching Miley take a “wrecking ball” to her reputation. Our fascination lies in the collective comparison of her with the girl she used to be, and that’s exactly why she strives to prove us wrong. Miley’s childhood fame placed her in an inescapable category; we first loved her as the sweet, quirky character Hannah Montana. As the years went by Miley remained as Hannah Montana, just as Cinderella will always be Cinderella. The difference is that Cinderella doesn’t exist. Cinderella didn’t have to feel the past rubbing it in her face.
So, the question remains. Miley’s attempting to make a new name for herself, but why does she have to do it naked?
Miley realized one of entertainment’s absolute truths: the fastest way to bask in the spotlight is to drop trou (and then some). She doesn’t need talent, or anything else really, besides stripping (and a few random teddy bears) to call what she does art. In my opinion, the Miley movement reveals a major problem with what we demand as a society. It’s an endless game of cat and mouse. The more disgust we experience, the more we can’t help but watch. Miley has nailed this formula, and in return, she gives us even more to talk about.
We were captivated by the downfall of Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, and Amanda Bynes (the most recent spectacle) from the comfort of our homes. This trend of beloved childhood stars struggling to find their individuality can only serve as an example to the rest of us. We shouldn’t rely on others for fulfillment. We can’t live solely based on the reactions from those watching us.
But hey, Miley? We’ll be here patiently waiting for whatever you throw at us next.