I know everyone is concerned/pissed/upset/obsessed with Miley Cyrus, but here’s my problem with that:
Remember when you were in that awkward in-between-girl-and-adult phase and everything felt so intense? Not to mention you’d only just recently discovered your sexuality so you were determined to do everything with a thick veil of passion over it. I’m 23 and I still have to fight the urge to show too much cleavage; I mean, it’s no exaggeration that if I’m wearing some scandalous dress and boots I tend to get much better service when I need an oil change.
Let’s not forget what it’s like to be so incredibly young and naive that every relationship feels earth shattering. You’re simultaneously trying to figure out who you are and what you want, all the while holding on tight to your friends and lovers who, in a way, define you. While you’re going through this phase of “Who am I? What am I good at?” all you need to do is look at your “bestie” to see a reflection of who you are and what you want to be. If every mother didn’t go through this phase herself, then she wouldn’t be so worried about her own young daughter falling in with the wrong crowd. She wouldn’t be so worried about her daughter looking up to some pop star that she’s never met. Not to mention, when at that time in your life, you’re so insecure and afraid that everyone hates you. Then you figure out that when you reveal some skin, at least strangers seem to want you; and Miley’s clearly not at that age where she’s able to differentiate between good attention and bad attention.
No, I think Miley’s behavior is completely relatable. How lucky are we that we didn’t have to grow up in the limelight? We didn’t have to make our mistakes and then automatically have millions of people point them out to us? I know I made some hair curling decisions, usually lubricated by too much wine, and it was my wonderful friends who forced me out of bed the next day. Lord knows where I’d be if those same people just pointed, gawked, and posted a meme of me on tumblr.com.
The girls who completely freak me out are Lennon and Maisy. They’re so young and yet I melt when they sing, “You left your troubles in my head, you left your secrets in my bed.” It scares me that anyone has been in these girls’ bed. While I absolutely believe that Miley has experience with being naked and on drugs per her music video We Can’t Stop, I am floored that these two have had their heart crushed so profoundly that they are able to relate to this song, Telescope, as well as Call Your Girlfriend.
I dunno, call me old fashioned, but I’d much rather have my future daughter explore her sexuality at twenty-something, than be mixed up in a toxic, passionate relationship at eleven.