
Miley Cyrus's performance (some would call it "behavior") was an impeccably hewn diamond, each facet trolling a different subset of the internet with laserlike precision. She hit all the big ones. She was obscene, she was hideously racist, she's just not very good at dancing... And then there's anger at the event itself. There's her collaboration with Robin Thick in his apology for rape culture. There's the way she's been slut-shamed. There's the fact that she's distracting from actually important issues. There are even people who are angry about how angry everybody is. Miley Cyrus and the VMAs are, in effect, the worst thing to happen on the internet for at least several minutes.
I have seen terrible things on the internet before. I think we all have at least one gaping asshole or horse-sodomy video we're still trying to purge from our subconscious. What interests me about this "scandal" is that everybody's equally up in arms about it, but we're all mad for different reasons. That says to me that there is perhaps something more primal, more unifyingly "human" going on here.

And everyone does agree. I mean everyone. Whether they're condemning her performance, or defending her from slut-shaming, no writer I've read has ever tried to claim that Miley Cyrus is actually good at anything other than pissing people off. It is entirely possible that the only human beings who enjoyed that performance were the shockingly small crowd of people at the taping who were desperately trying to reach over the rim of the stage and grab her butt. Alright, I think I've found the common denominator.

This is what Miley Cyrus has become: A made thing, injection-molded by record executives to sell singles. I would not be surprised if the only thing under those skin-colored panties is a Barbie-style swath of perfectly smooth skin. She was there to be molded, and so she has been molded into a thing that we as a society feel we desperately need: a hate-totem.
And to an extent, I think this is healthy. It's a rage ritual that we badly need in this age of rage. It's a good old fashioned orgy of fury. And hey, it forces us to name the things that piss us off, which is probably good. But at the same time, I think we've got to ask ourselves why it is that we keep killing all our pop stars. Goats would probably be cheaper.
Cory O'Brien actually knows very little about pop stars, this article notwithstanding. Mostly he knows mythology. He has a whole website full of it over here, and also a book full of it over here.
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