To Ms. Miley Cyrus, a letter from a non stuffy, thong wearing mom.
First off, I’m not a prude. I’m not some uptight middle aged judge-y Mom.
I drop an F bomb. I can use the word “vagina” in mixed company with no problem. But please, for all that is good, please oh please Ms. Cyrus, put your clothes back on.
I’ve heard the interviews and all the reasons you give for your almost constant nudity. Empowerment. Comfort. Making a statement. Whatever.
The statement that you seem to be making to me is that you are no longer Disney Channel’s perky Hannah Montana. You accomplished that-brilliantly. No one equates you with a childish sitcom anymore, so well played Miley. You have cleared that hurdle.
But I kinda gotta admit, the whole basking in nudity thing is getting old, and it’s feeling a little calculated. Like some corporate designed social media strategy designed to continually keep you the most shocking celebrity and top of everyone’s Instagram.
It’s a crowded field on the interwebs, full of semi-nude Kardashians and former strippers so you’ve definitely had to up your game.
Last year’s Robin Thicke twerking-while-wearing-an outfit-the color-of-a-chicken-cutlet seems so well, last year. You had to top it.
Congrats you did it, you remained the most shocking celeb at the MTV VMA’s with the Tweets and Instagram to prove it!
Here’s how you did it.
Nude
More Nude
More Nude plus Mentos Freshness!
I’m going to sound like a really old lady who has bursitis, but didn’t MTV used to be about music? Wasn’t this an award show for MUSIC videos?
I’m all for a big extraveganza but couldn’t it be about the music for just a second?
I have a thirteen year old daughter (again I sound ancient!) and I’m questioning the lesson here. Is power for a woman all about waving her nipples and her vagina? Haven’t we had enough of objectifying and sexualizing women? Can’t you keep your clothes on and let talent speak?
OK, I’ve done with my get the hell off my lawn rant.
Now Miley do us all a favor and put some pants on. Thank you.