By: Jana Greene
I must admit that curiosity got the best of me, and I watched the clip of the Miley Cyrus debacle at the MTV VMA awards.
My first reaction was total disgust. Miley is only twenty years old! And then a primal urge to find this world-famous woman-child, and smother her in hugs. Sometimes the mother in me just overwhelms every other instinct.
She is so in-between.
In her racy act, her suggestive wardrobe and antics tried to convey woman; but her poor judgment screams child.
Her ‘twerking’ tells the world she knows what to do with her lady parts, but the fact that she flaunted her lady parts publically lets us all know that she is still a child. Or that she is high on more than just life, or could be mentally unstable. There is more to being a grown-up than grinding. Nothing says “paradox” like a simultaneous display of tongue and teddy bears.
Miley’s performance brought to mind other Hollywood lost girls…the freckled-face Lindsey Lohan, whose fall from innocence has been so stark, or more recently, the amazing Amanda Bynes, whose comic timing was always spot-on, and whose mental stability seems to be crumbling for all the world to watch. Both of these girls began a public decent around twenty years of age.
Oh, the tender, tender age for girls that is twenty.
I witness a mercifully less-dramatic paradox in my own lovely daughters – all of them so unique, as both succeed and struggle to grow up.
I’m a grown up!……Mommy, can you….?
Watch me soar!……I screwed up.
Get out of my business!….Please give me advice….
All of that is completely normal.
Twenty can also be point in a woman’s life that the dual demons of addiction and mental illness begin to manifest.
It is also a time for a woman to use supremely horrible judgment. I know I did.
When I was 20, I started drinking. Right from the start, one drink was too many and a thousand not enough. How many times did I embarrass myself? Too many to count.
By 21, I was married. My family tried to talk me out of it. Many people who loved me warned me about marrying so young. But never you mind. I was an “adult” and I KNEW EVERYTHING.
I wonder if anyone tried to talk Miley out of her over-sexed musical proclamation. I would bet that many did.
I’ll bet just as many people advised her that it any publicity is good publicity. And in her mind, fresh and pliable and utterly riding the wave of invincible-ness, said what so many of our minds say in youth: I know what I’m doing!
It is so easy to buy a ticket to the train wreck at that age, to become the train wreck.
To my mind, the beautiful, talented trio of Miley, Lindsey and Bynes – girls that daughters grew up adoring – have fallen victim to addictions (if even only to approval) and the increasingly unshockable world….a planet full of people who expect celebrities to debase themselves more and more, so that they can become more and more numb to the spectacles.
Perhaps, these girls suffer from undiagnosed or under-treated mental disorders.
We have to blame somebody, naturally.
Blame Miley, Lindsey and Bynes. They are accountable for their own actions. They should know better! Miley likely thought that the performance shake the Hannah Montana persona forever (it has) and that wagging her tongue at the world would keep tongues wagging about her all over the world (it did).
And then forgive her, because she made a horrible mistake that people will never forget, even when she gets herself together.
Blame the parents, who thrust their little girls into show business.
And then have compassion for them, because they made bad choices themselves (and nothing – NOTHING – is worse than someone being mean to your child, much less the entire world.)
Most of all, blame the obviously broken-down world that is a paradox as well…..
A world that is trying its best to be godless and celebrate human nature by worshipping sex, and making sex cheap and valueless in the process.
And consider it a big, fat, red, waving flag for us, as a society, that we are eroding by our own hands, and need Holy Help to be redeemed.
Consider it an opportunity to talk to our daughters about the demons that Miley, Lindsey and Amanda are trying to battle with their own two hands (and too many handlers to count) and failing at; and let them know that – no matter what – Love wins and there always the chance to start over with grace.
And if they already know everything?
Tell them anyway.