Let me start by saying that I firmly believe that celebrities do outrageous things for the sole purpose of gaining notoriety. Bad press is still good publicity. Furthermore, we are all just feeding into that by writing about it and talking about and watching the clip on YouTube.
But I’m writing about it anyway.
I was more than a little surprised at all of the negative reaction to Miley Cyrus’ little performance on the MTV Video Music Awards last night. Don’t get me wrong–I agree with the negative reaction, but what I don’t understand is why anyone was really shocked at all.
I grew up in the Madonna generation, back when she looked more like a person and less like, well…….
Anyway, Madonna sort of paved the way, in my mind at least, for that whole rolling-around-on-the-stage-sex-simulation thing. From that point on, each female pop star after her has had to find a way to top the shock factor. We love to be shocked. I mean, we live in a world where, as a society, we have made this woman one of the most successful pop artists ever:
But we get up on our high horse like we can’t believe that Miley acted this way. I mean, that’s Hannah Montana up there humping a foam finger, you say. That’s Billy Ray’s little girl twerking Beetlejuice…..er…..Robin Thicke, you say. Well, here’s what I say to that:
WHO CARES????!!! The most irritating thing I could see was that she is trying to be the next Gene Simmons. (Does she have a hairball? Is she choking on something? An allergic reaction, maybe?)
The other thing that sort of tickled me was that the VMAs are always crap. I mean, is everyone just now figuring that out? The performances are crap, and, let’s be honest, the talent is crap. That’s what it’s really about, isn’t it? These poor celebrities have to become famous for something, because the Good Lord knows they can’t sing. Yet we act all shocked. Well, watch the Miley Cyrus clip again. Her backup singers/dancers are gyrating around nearly as badly as her, and when Beetlejuice….er…..Robin Thicke finishes the big number, doesn’t it look like one of the girls is simulating giving him, well, you know?
I despise MTV. Real music, and yes, real talent, died a little the day MTV was born, and I say that as part of the MTV generation. (As difficult as it is to believe, there used to be actual music on Music Television.) It’s pure, solid, talentless, shocking crap. Pop music as a genre is crap. Here’s a news flash–Miley Cyrus can’t sing. Taylor Swift can’t sing. Britney Spears can’t sing. Even Gaga, who I personally don’t mind that much, is only marginal. (Before anyone gets on a high horse, no, I can’t sing either. But I don’t pretend to. I embrace it. There’s a whole group of us non-singers. Maybe there should be like some sort of “I thought I could sing” rehab or something for people like Miley and Taylor and most of the people who try out for American Idol. But I digress.) Gyrating around on the stage and causing a huge uproar are what these girls are famous for. Not singing. Their voices are enhanced digitally just like the pictures of celebrities are airbrushed. Just listen to a live performance by Taylor Swift sometime, if you can find one where she isn’t lip singing. It isn’t even about the music anymore. You know, Bob Dylan couldn’t really sing, either, and neither could Janis Joplin, whom I worship, but you know what? Their music was about something. They didn’t have MTV or the VMAs to make them popular. They didn’t have to give a live, simultaneous lap dance to everyone in the world to get people talking.
They just sang. (Well, and drank and did drugs, but that really doesn’t serve my purpose right now, so never mind.)
Long story short, America: Hannah Montana is dead. She was dying already, and she took her last gasp last night. Turn off MTV. Mourn her and let her go. If you really want to watch some good tv, I have a suggestion.
Stick with The Andy Griffith Show.