She’s just being Miley on the cover of this month’s Rolling Stone.
Josh Eells’ sitdown with Miley Cyrus goes exactly how you might expect: “Confessions of Pop’s Wildest Child” is a revealing look into Miley’s self-awareness. Yes, she knows what you think of her. No, she doesn’t much care. Or maybe she does, and she’s very good at hiding it.
If you’re sick of Miley at this point, and you don’t want to read the whole damn thing, here’s the part that sticks out for us, the part that makes total sense because the rest of us make no sense:
Miley thought there was a chance the network might pull the plug on her mid-performance, but she didn’t expect so much shock and vitriol. “Honestly, that was our MTV version,” she says. “We could have even gone further, but we didn’t. I thought that’s what the VMAs were all about! It’s not the Grammys or the Oscars. You’re not supposed to show up in a gown, Vanna White-style” – a little dig at Taylor Swift. “It’s supposed to be fun!”
Miley admits that her performance with Thicke got a little – her word – “handsy.” But she makes a good point: “No one is talking about the man behind the ass. It was a lot of ‘Miley twerks on Robin Thicke,’ but never, ‘Robin Thicke grinds up on Miley.’ They’re only talking about the one that bent over. So obviously there’s a double standard.” She was especially amused by the criticism from Brooke Shields, who played Miley’s mom on Hannah Montana and called the VMA performance “desperate.” “Brooke Shields was in a movie where she was a prostitute at age 12!” Miley says with a laugh.
“America is just so weird in what they think is right and wrong,” she continues. “Like, I was watching Breaking Bad the other day, and they were cooking meth. I could literally cook meth because of that show. It’s a how-to. And then they bleeped out the word ‘fuck.’ And I’m like, really? They killed a guy, and disintegrated his body in acid, but you’re not allowed to say ‘fuck’? It’s like when they bleeped ‘molly’ at the VMAs. Look what I’m doing up here right now, and you’re going to bleep out ‘molly’? Whatever.”
Miley’s comment is 100% correct, her comments going hand-in-hand with the misplaced American priorities of sex and language versus violence and drugs. We’re allowed to glamorize the latter. We’re allowed to even celebrate violence and drugs. But one little nipple is enough to change the Super Bowl halftime show forever and put every live event on delay.
Perhaps if we reversed the two and allowed people to grow up with exposure to human bodies we wouldn’t be so damn repressed and allow ourselves to be dominated by a Nation of Helen Lovejoys, and perhaps if we showed the true carnage and heartbreak of violence we wouldn’t be so damn belligerent and bloodthirsty. But, nah, let’s all just freak out the next time someone twerks at an award show already known for being risqué.