I’ve been hearing and reading all the Miley Cyrus outrage for the last few days. I decided to hold off on my two cents worth until the dust settled. It still hasn’t quite settled, but I have a couple of thoughts eating at me, so here goes.
First of all, I can’t help wondering why so many Christians were watching the VMA’s. During the show I kept seeing my Christian friends posting about the “VMA’s” on Facebook, commenting on what they were seeing. I didn’t know what “VMA” stood for (which is not shocking because I am generally clueless about anything that has to do with MTV), so I wondered what they were referring to. The next day, when I finally connected the dots, I wondered, Why were so many of my Christian Facebook friends tuned into that show?
Is there anything in our culture more godless than the secular music video industry? Isn’t the VMA show notorious for pushing the envelope toward outrageously blasphemous behavior? Completely puzzled, I must ask with the apostle Paul: “What fellowship has light with darkness?” (2 Corinthians 6:14) Why would a Christian be attracted to something like this?
I’m not being judgmental here; I would sincerely like to know. If any Christian who watched the show would like to explain why, I’d love to hear what you have to say.
Secondly, with regard to Miley Cyrus, I’ve seen clips of her performance and am having a hard time working up much anger toward her. It’s like when a parent brings a python into his house and then is horrified when it kills one of his children. Does it make any sense to be mad at the snake? The snake is only doing what snakes do.
Likewise, Miley and so many others in her industry have given themselves over to a purely secular, godless lifestyle. Why would we be shocked when they walk on stage and act like it? Given the signals Miley has been giving off lately (which I have written about in this blog), the real story would be if she didn’t walk on stage and do something outrageously distasteful.
When I look at Miley, I feel sad. She’s trying so hard to remake her image. That, in itself, is not so bad. I can fully understand why, at twenty, she would want to be seen as an adult instead of a child. But here’s a lesson she obviously hasn’t learned: screaming “I am an adult!” doesn’t make you one. Ten-year-olds also try to act grown up, but they don’t fool anybody either.
Here’s a suggestion for Miley: if you want us to think of you as an adult, quit talking about smoking weed, put some clothes on, put your tongue back in your mouth, and quit acting like a sex-crazed maniac. No one’s asking you to become a nun, but please, could you just give a little bit of thought to how your actions might impact young girls and the “female as sex object” stereotype that women have been fighting to overcome for centuries? Until you do, we’re not going to take you seriously, no matter how much you want us to.
Even more heartbreaking than Miley’s misunderstanding of what makes an adult is the road she has chosen to take her into adulthood. Maybe it’s because she fears deep down that her talent will never win her the acclaim she so desperately desires. It’s the age-old show business mantra: “If you can’t be good, at least be interesting.”
The problem with the road Miley has chosen is that it leads ever and always uphill. And it gets steeper the longer you’re on it. It demands more outrageous antics, more in-your-face irreverence, more extreme rebellion to stay in the spotlight. And in the end, no matter how hard you try, someone younger and just as good-looking and even more outrageous comes along and captures the attention of the fickle masses.
Miley doesn’t realize it yet, but she has chosen the road to irrelevance. If she continues on this path, she will someday wake up–probably before she’s thirty–and wonder where everyone went. At that point you can look for her on an obscure cable channel, appearing in a really bad TV movie. Or maybe on one of those infomercials that are only played at 3:00 a.m.
I’m not mad at her, I just feel bad for her. And I pray that something changes in her heart before it’s too late.