FANTASTIC take on the VMAs this year regarding the unspoken issue of Robin Thicke, instead of focusing the attention on Miley Cyrus. Yes, there are a ton of issues I have with Miley’s performance, but none started with her act on Sunday night… it is much deeper. Here is a great post on some of those rooted issues.
Ever since the VMA debacle a few days ago, there’s been one filthy word that’s been on everyone’s lips, blog posts, and cubicle commentary:
The social media universe has been bombarded with all sorts of passionate takes and slants:
The Disgrace of Miley.
A Letter To Miley.
My Daughter Is Miley.
I’m Praying For Miley.
Miley, Miley, Miley.
I’m a little sick of it, to be honest.
Sure, Cyrus’ sad degeneration from fresh-faced, bright-eyed child star, to flesh-flashing, attention-grabbing party girl is well documented, and it’s certainly warranted to question her emotional state or her career choices lately.
However, the last time I checked, it takes two to tango, (or whatever it was that Robin Thicke and Miley Cyrus were doing onstage last Sunday). Yet once again, the culpability, the disdain, the moral outrage, has been reserved only for the woman, while the man involved remains unscathed; a teflon…
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