Yes, Miley’s VMA performance was weird. Strange, even. Unsettling. For some, downright wadafaaaa? She’s clearly doing her darndest to shed her image – she’s had a ratchet makeover and has twerked her way into the twittersphere to prove it – and the performance wasn’t even all that good with shaky vocals and limbs flying about willy (oo-er!) -nilly and the whole thing is rather awkward and train-wreck-y in a “I’m young and dumb and having fun” sort of way, but why is no one talking about Robin Thicke?
He’s 36, married, and a father to a 3-year-old boy. Thicke has been quoted as saying that his son, Julian, “has changed everything — every move I make, I know that it will affect him, his growth and his happiness”, which is really lovely and all, but I would take that more seriously if his only response to the VMA matter wasn’t a tweet that said, ‘that was dope’. Why did he let it get that far? Why didn’t during rehearsals he say something like,
“Hey, Miley, you’re 20, you can’t even drink legally yet, so maybe don’t stick your butt into my crotch, lick my chest and stroke my junk with a big foam finger?”
The backlash has been full-on Miley-wise, while Robin has escaped with no more than his mother coming out and saying, “Him? Loved it. I love that suit, the black and white suit,” then follows that up with, “I don’t understand what Miley Cyrus is trying to do. I just don’t understand.”
There is something deeply, deeply wrong with this. Not only with the double standards we’re all apparently happy to adhere to by placing the blame entirely on Miley’s shoulders, but also by our willingness to overlook worrying song lyrics because it’s catchy and we like their outfits. Please, mothers, please don’t be proud if your son’s career shoots into hyperspace with a song called ‘Blurred Lines”, featuring such charming lyrics as
“I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two…”
and so on and so forth. Of course, it was Miley’s choice to say yes to this collaboration – I am in no way saying that Miley shouldn’t be responsible for her own actions; she is, after all (as she is so fond of reminding us) a woman now and her own person, but she is still in the process of finding out exactly who that person is.
Thicke, on the other hand, is in a drastically different stage of life to Miley and should have enough self-awareness by now to recognize that grinding his junk against a 20-year-old’s backside probably isn’t the best thing to do. Maybe it’s a side effect of being surrounded by naked ladies in his film clips all the time that has warped his brain into saying, “it’s fine, it’s all entertainment, that’s show business baby,” but if so, how sad is that? Not only sad, but dangerous. To be surrounded by those ideas day in day out numbs you not only to the weight your words and actions carry, but also to the disturbing undertones present in this song, the film clip and this performance.
The awful thing is, Miley’s behavior isn’t any worse than what you encounter in any night club on any given Saturday night. Girls think it is okay to dance like that to music like that, because they’re young and dumb and having fun, and they know they shouldn’t enjoy music like that but they do because it’s catchy and it’s dark and there’s alcohol and who’s going to notice anyway? In Miley’s case however, everyone gets to see it– whether we want to or not.
So, yeah, she crossed a line somewhere, or ‘blurred’ it somehow (har har, see what I did there?), but so did he, and his part in this is, for me at least, a little less defensible.
They both did this; all I’m asking is that someone points the (foam) finger at Robin, too.