What Happened to Miley?
Like millions of other young girls in this country, my daughters have been raised with the Disney girls. My eldest was a long time fan of both Lyndsey Lohan and Hillary Duff and witnessed with disbelief as their girl-next-door appearances slipped into sex symbol and their lives slipped out of control in a world that seemed to devour them whole. Where were their parents I wondered as they made bad choice after bad choice? Disney fame seemed to be a curse for the girls who grew up as role models for so many young girls.
My youngest daughter has been a fan of Hannah Montana for years. The values and lessons in the show, with her real Dad at her side, were a comfort to us and we somehow believed that she would escape the fate of her predecessors. My daughter would say, “She’s from the south, her dad won’t let her do sexy music videos…” I don’t know, maybe they left her for a long vacation, because it is hard to believe that her parents or the Disney executives who promote Hannah Montana would be okay with the soft porn music video, “Can’t be Tamed” that she just released.
The line between pornography and music videos has been blurry for a long time. A quick look at Christina Aguilera in her new porn feature (music video) Not Myself Tonight demonstrates that there really is no line that pornography has not crossed in our hip-hop culture. Female equals sexualized if you hope to get any attention. And apparently 16 is not too young to turn a Disney girl into the next piece of meat for us to devour.
The message is clear to all the pre-adolescent girls out there bearing witness to the seemingly inevitable transition from teenager to sex symbol. Overt and intimidating sexual maturity is what makes female stars valuable. I am not sure whether the visuals or the lyrics are more disturbing. Several women in the audience are wearing birdcages as hats. Miley herself is cast as a new form of life, with wings, who is also caged. Yet as her sexual energy increases, she breaks out of the cage. All the while singing how she can’t be tamed and she goes through men like money…. Oh good. The girl is 16. So much for the sweet sixteen and the romantic allure of young love.
The cutaways to her lying on her back, waiting for her deflowering borrowed from the classic view of the submissive, beautiful female waiting for…well you know. I suppose I am reflecting my age and the concern of a mother who is raising girls in a world that is full of mixed messages about what it means to be female. On the one hand, we are living in a society that is seeing the dominance of women in the workforce and as family wage earners for the first time. On the other hand, we are promoting the end of courtship and intimate relationships by reinforcing the extreme sexualization of everything female.
The most tragic part of this unfolding new world where pornographic images and text re-invent the manner and capacity of relating is the loss of our ability to link the experience of heartfelt love with the drive to be intimate. As we exchange the bitter sweet love affairs for provocative and unfeeling sex, we actually lose the opportunity and capacity for the healthy, vital passionate lives we all want for ourselves and our children. While pornography has an increasingly loud voice in the world, that is crossing into all entertainment industry, we can draw the line on its intrusion into our personal intimate relationships.
I Can’t Be Tamed is not the sexuality that I want my children to learn from or embody as they embark on their own discovery of what it means to be intimate. Porn, in all its forms is a poor stand-in for the deep transformations that passionate love, fierce loyalty and authentic connection brings to our lives. Have we entirely given up our belief in the connection between love and sex or are we just afraid to show the heart breaking truth of deep lasting intimacy?