I’m so over the whole “I want to be taken seriously so I’m going to shed my clothes in order to shed my innocent, Disney persona” bit. Miley Cyrus does not need to go this route. Her “Wrecking Ball” song is good. Real good. There was no need for her to straddle a wrecking ball naked as the day she was born in this music video. Imagine if she had just spent the whole video talking to us, barefaced, spilling her heart out, still crying, just lip-syncing. She would have gained some respect. The video would have been compared to Sinead O’Connor’s “Nothing Compares To You” or Janelle Monae’s “Cold War”. This is the time for Miley to be raw and uncensored, but there are other ways to do this without simulating sex acts on stage.
I’m waiting for the day that a Disney starlet can grow up and become an adult without being overtly sexy. People are getting tired of this “act”, universe. I just hope that Bridgit Mendler and China McClain don’t go down this trite path. Miley Cyrus is “doing her”, but also screwing with young girls’ minds. Unfortunately, in this world, parents can only do so much. They can try to raise their kids with values and morals. But one may spend the night at Stacy’s house, or another at Johnny’s, and after a fun-filled sleepover weekend, will go home to Mommy and/or Daddy and say, “I had so much fun this weekend! We got to see the new Miley Cyrus video! She had no clothes on!”
Maybe they won’t say anything at all, internalizing all their confusion and questions and not knowing how to handle their hormones. They won’t know how to talk to their parents or teachers, so they’ll begin to eat less or eat more and Snapchat naked pictures online.
Miley Cyrus can’t be to blame for all teens and young adults today striving to live a YOLO lifestyle. But she is now a small part of the war between the media and young girls and her every move will be more scrutinized to a public waiting for her to fall. What wrecks me is that this song is good enough without showing us her naked breasts.
Miley, I still think you’re talented and I’m going to see how far this wave of unabashed “It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To” phase goes. Hopefully you’ll come out with a sense of self-worth, confidence and zero trips to Betty Ford. You could be a wonderful country artist, should you choose this path. It’s yours for the taking.