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Miley Cyrus and Ugly Sex
Was the MTV performance meant to be repellent rather than enticing?
Victor Davis Hanson, NRO
SEPTEMBER 3, 2013
Pause for thoughts about the posts in the threads, for you will soon see a lot of that...
Pause again to think about how, stylistically, so many actually post...
Anger, hate, snark, simple one-liners that say,
"What I believe is so patently the truth, that I can just dismiss you with a cleverness faux."
I miss the 60s
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Miley Cyrus and Ugly Sex
Was the MTV performance meant to be repellent rather than enticing?
Victor Davis Hanson, NRO
SEPTEMBER 3, 2013
An older generation used to call the boredom of bad habits “reaching rock bottom”; the present variant perhaps is “jumping the shark” — that moment when the tiresome gimmicks no longer work, and the show is over.
In a moral sense, Miley Cyrus reached that tipping point for America, slapping us into admitting that most of our popular icons are crass, talentless bores, and that our own tastes, which created them, lead nowhere but to oblivion.
After all, what does an affluent and leisured culture do when it has nothing much to rebel against?
That was poor Ms. Cyrus’s recent dilemma at the MTV awards ceremony. There are no real rules about popular dance anymore: no set steps, no moves borrowed from ballet, not even a few adaptations from scripted square dancing. It is all free-form wiggling and gyrating — twerking — as if to shout out, “Who are you to say that fake screwing in a vinyl bikini is not dance?”
The same is true of music and lyrics. You can talk to a drumbeat and call it music. You can hit the same chord ad infinitum and call it music. You can scream almost anything and call it music. Doggerel becomes lyrics. Half notes, full rests, rhyme, meter — all that is irrelevant, to the degree it is even still remembered. That is why we often see our performers just stop singing for a few moments in a daze; the dead beat goes on without their constant mindless input.
Pause for thoughts about the posts in the threads, for you will soon see a lot of that...
In shock-jock Miley’s defense, she did win our attention and get top ratings. How so?
Ostensibly, she brilliantly pawned her former Disney image as sweet, wholesome Hannah Montana for a grotesque postmodern Grendel’s mother — yet still replete with a whiff of teenage tennies and stuffed teddy bears. Madonna tried that disconnect with her anti-Christian shtick, which supposedly bounced off her Italian Catholic roots. But by the time the public had seen her genitalia, they had no idea of and did not care about what she had once been.
But Miley? Imagine Shirley Temple doing a pre–Deep Throat or Hayley Mills stripped down to vinyl underwear.
Miley rightly sensed that rivals Madonna and Lady Gaga had no constructed innocence to deconstruct. And neither of the two had a celebrity dad to bounce off as a pouty teenager gone wild. Ms. Ciccone and Ms. Germanotta needed silly made-up shock names; Billy Ray had taken care of that for Miley. (And thank God for Billy Ray, or we might have gotten Miley a.k.a. something like Mommy Superior or Sister Nothing.)
She also accomplished in live performance a grotesqueness that once required animation and, later, computer simulation — constructing a spooky female villain behaving as repugnantly as she appeared. Out jumped onto the MTV stage a rare female orc, or a weird androgynous concoction from Frank Miller’s Sin City. For us old guys, Miley Cyrus almost seemed like one of the 1960s Dynamation villain serpents conjured up by Ray Harryhausen in his Sinbad or Jason movies. She even had the Harryhausen slithering tongue, wooden movements, and hissing down pat. In other words, she tried her best to appear ugly and unappealing.
Pause again to think about how, stylistically, so many actually post...
Anger, hate, snark, simple one-liners that say,
"What I believe is so patently the truth, that I can just dismiss you with a cleverness faux."
But less remarked upon was her inspired art of inversion. In all candor, Ms. Cyrus is hardly a natural beauty or talent. There is absolutely nothing about her 20-year-old figure that is sensual, and she has what we used to call in polite terms a “different” face. Hence the previous wise move of adding lots of hair and loose-fitting clothes.
In truth, the old cute look was a big seller, not just because a few million American parents still wished their teenaged daughters to have upright-appearing role models, but also because it hid rather than accentuated Miley’s otherwise plain sort of looks.
But at the MTV awards, her vinyl bikini reminded us that she has essentially no curves. Shoulders, hips, and waistline meet the same plumb line. Apparently not being fat and middle aged is somehow supposed to be sexy. Again, the exposure of her Twiggy-like anti-sex persona was precisely her intent — to repel rather than entice.
The reptilian tongue was supposed to suggest past and current mastery of some oral sexual act, but it only added to the repugnance. Her goatish permed horns reminded us why she wisely used to drape her hair over as much of her physiognomy as possible. And yet all that deliberate unattractiveness was as if to throw down the gauntlet: “Your old concocted Miley was actually no beauty — now see me full bore and deal with the old con.”
Take away the embarrassing bear sets, the foam finger, her pats on a nearby big rear end, and her randy thruster in the prison stripes, and the show’s effect was of some desperate frontier tomboy, coming of age in her under-bloomers and rutting around the hayloft in search of the hired hand — all set to some sort of mooing and grunting background barnyard noise.
Ugly sex is all that is left after revolutionary cool.
I miss the 60s
:sniff: :sniff: