By Mona Charen
Friday, September 06, 2013
Some defenders of Miley Cyrus' VMA performance don't
understand what all the outrage is about. Justin Timberlake tweeted,
"She's young. Take it easy on her." Lena Dunham worried about
"slut shaming." Russell Simmons wrote "Just saw @MileyCyrus.
What did I miss. She was having fun. #twerkmileytwerk." And Adam Lambert
tweeted " ... Listen if it wasn't ur cup of tea -- all good but why is
everyone spazzing? Hey -- she's doin something right. We all talkin."
Cyrus seemed to endorse Lambert's any-attention-is-good-attention
rationale. She boasted on Twitter that "Smilers! My VMA performance had
306.000 tweets per minute. That's more than the blackout or Superbowl!
#fact."
Doubtless if Cyrus had undressed completely and performed
a literal (rather than pantomime) sex act on stage, her Twitter numbers would
have been even higher. Ditto if she had twisted the head off a small animal or
defecated live and in color. A product of the celebrity culture, she seems
incapable of making judgments based on anything higher than buzz. If she did
either of those things, would Lambert wonder why everyone was
"spazzing," and would Dunham condemn "slut shaming"? It's
hard to say.
How many of Cyrus' young fans will interpret her behavior
as a normal part of growing up? How many will confuse lasciviousness with
sexual maturity?
Meghan Cox Gurdon, The Wall Street Journal's wise
children's book reviewer, noted in a recent Hillsdale College speech that there
is a vein in "young adult" fiction of ugly, horrific and sexually
revolting material aimed at kids between 12 and 18. Girls cut themselves with
razors until their bellies are a "mess of meat and blood," and boys
don magic glasses that reveal "impaled heads and other black-rot body
parts: hands, hearts, feet, ears, penises." The authors and publishers
justify these themes as "heartbreakingly honest."
The subversives who undermine good taste always seem to
invoke "honesty" or "reality". But as Gurdon rightly
objects: "Books tell children what to expect, what life is, what culture
is, how we are expected to behave -- what the spectrum is. They form norms ...
And teenagers are all about identifying norms and adhering to them."
No one who has ever observed a group of 15-year-old girls
-- nearly identical in their hair styles, clothes and speech -- can doubt this.
Miley Cyrus' performance was not just another case of a
salacious and degrading bid for attention. Because of who she was -- a Disney
star with a loyal following of young girls -- and because of what she did, she
has introduced something even darker to the mainstream culture. She is
indirectly legitimizing child porn.
Miley Cyrus became a sensation as "Hannah
Montana," a wholesome Disney pop star. Millions of pre-teen girls adored
the show and followed Cyrus' career. She is hardly the first celebrity to
attempt to shock her audience by shedding her ingenue image. Britney Spears,
Lindsay Lohan and others have plowed this ground. But Cyrus did more than cast
off her innocence. She used innocence itself as a lecherous come on.
Cyrus, 20, began her vulgar dance by appearing in a teddy
bear costume with dancing teddy bears as back up. She later exchanged this for
a flesh-colored bra and panties and a large foam finger that she put to lewd
uses.
I haven't ever seen child porn, but I would bet that a
great deal of it uses images of innocence and childhood -- like teddy bears --
for the delectation of its audience. Cyrus has now taken this perversion
mainstream.
Child porn, like every other kind of pornography, once
relegated to a seedy underworld, is now as close as a cellphone. It's bobbing
along in the twilight, close to the surface of American lives, but kept from
full view by the last remaining shreds of propriety that our culture enforces.
The existence of the Internet has probably already eroded
some of the shame that pedophiles once felt. Learning that hundreds of
thousands of others share one's perversion must be cathartic.
But how much more liberating to see the themes of child
sexual abuse portrayed approvingly at the VMA awards?
American popular culture continues to prove that there is
no rock bottom, and everyone who shrugs that it's no big deal is a little bit
complicit.
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