Again, I would like to apologize to Jack Riddler for soiling his eyeballs with commentary that he didn't find 100 percent to his liking.
I thought RigInt was a place where people could actually come to discuss issues like the ones I bring up at the end of my blog post, ie:
"Because, who is Miley Cyrus, exactly, if not for Hannah Montana? And when you consider how intensely the Hannah Montana persona/brand was pushed on the "tween" demographic, on an international level and on a historically unprecedented scale, by Disney - which, just to refresh your memories, is one of the most important players in the Military-Industrial-Intelligence-Media-Entertainment Complex - it kind of makes you wonder what that courtship was really all about, does it not?
I mean, just think about all those millions of young girls who've just spent the last seven years of their lives watching Hannah Montana TV shows and films, doling out literally billions of dollars to listen to Hannah Montana CDs, clothe themselves in the Hannah Montana fashion line, scent themselves with Hannah Montana perfumes, eat Hannah Montana breakfast cereal, sing into Hannah Montana toy microphones and go trick-or-treating in their officially sanctioned Hannah Montana Halloween costumes.
What is it, exactly, that these kids are supposed to take away from Sunday night's utterly bizarre and depraved debacle? I ask you, my fellow citizens... WHO, OH WHO WILL THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!?! The answer, of course, is the Military-Industrial-Media-Intelligence-Entertainment Complex."
I guess I was mistaken. I guess that kind of useless opinioneering leads to being mocked and insulted by the Cool Kids now, and that's the new normal, what we're all expected to accept.
It's more a TREND I'm reacting to than any particular "critique" of my analysis of said performance.
What I'm trying to figure out now is who is the bigger idiot? The person who thinks there's no difference between Elvis on Ed Sullivan and Miley sucking on a menstration-stained foam dildo, or me for expecting certain people here to read anything I have to say with an open mind ever since certain things went down here.
I see, Jerky, so that was your own column! Well, sorry for you.
I mean, just think about all those millions of young girls who've just spent the last seven years of their lives watching Hannah Montana TV shows and films, doling out literally billions of dollars to listen to Hannah Montana CDs, clothe themselves in the Hannah Montana fashion line, scent themselves with Hannah Montana perfumes, eat Hannah Montana breakfast cereal, sing into Hannah Montana toy microphones and go trick-or-treating in their officially sanctioned Hannah Montana Halloween costumes.
What is it, exactly, that these kids are supposed to take away from Sunday night's utterly bizarre and depraved debacle?
Do you seriously believe the number performed at Sunday night's MTV show is more "bizarre and depraved" than the seven years of the consumerist Hannah-industrial complex you so vividly describe? The Disney show and its merchandising campaigns may have been normal and acceptable within the inverted value system of post-bourgeois society, but they were immeasurably more sick and damaging to "all those millions of girls" -- and boys, for certain -- than the minor spectacle of "Miley sucking on a menstr[u]ation-stained foam dildo" on a cable channel. Less than 1% of the population would have even known about the latter if not for the moral panic that followed, to which you have now added. Where was your sense of offense during the seven years of actual brainwashing? It's far better as an adult to suck real menstruating pussy (you should try it afore you condemn it, Sam I Am) than to pitch Hannah Montana branded breakfast poisons and perfumes to children. Get your priorities straight, man.
PS - If you were trying to win my sympathies for Miley Cyrus, you couldn't have done better than to write, "Because, who is Miley Cyrus, exactly, if not for Hannah Montana?" Because that's pretty fucked up. If I were her and read such nonsense for x-teenth time, after finally emerging into my majority and getting away from Daddy and Disney, I'd also want to smash my own virgin image.
PPS, again: This music is very bad but politically, Miley seems to have her head on straighter than you:
Jerky raised some fantastic points. While I do respect you Jack, Jerky brought up the most shit worth thinking about. Just the way it goes.
There is no me. There is no you. There is all. There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of this universe is love. -- Propagandhi
But I also feel all the endless articles out there getting into this "slut shaming"/feminism/racial component are missing the point.
Miley's performance was brilliant...spot on. The perfect snapshot of the nose dive and cultural entropy pop society and Millennial society is in. I would even say it was meta performance art. As I mentioned in another thread, the powers that be don't even have to lie to go to war like they did in 2002/2003. Society is so brain mushed addicted to smart phones, tablets, facebook, and general retardation that there is no need. The "left" is dead. Activism as an organized whole is dead. The mindless people at these "EDM" electronic festivals high on "molly" are the perfect example of where we're at...as is the techy trendoids, Whole Foods yuppys, right wing radio listening crowd and the general asleep mindset. The only people who seem to be aware of things are often middle aged and older people I end up sitting next to on the bus. I find this stupid shit more embarrassing than Miley Cyrus' performance
"Do you know who I am? I am the arm, and I sound like this..."-man from another place, twin peaks fire walk with me
An uncharitable person could say that her showing up at Occupy means that she (or her handlers) reads Adbusters and/or Vice Magazine and smelled the potential presence of a ton of media and a chance to do something "controversial" (like last night's display), more than out of any deep-rooted sense of social justice.
An uncharitable person could say a lot about Occupy, come to think about it.
I would say it is "all dead" left and right, 8bit. We embark upon a new "sensation" not of our doing yet all souls are culpable if you do not see the sensitivity of this. Does a football player or hockey star, male, get up and parade around the fact he has a penis? No. We know our genders and we know what we're supposed to do with the equipment. However, we do not need role models that normalize exploitation at young ages and coming to feel that this parade of sexual stupidity is just the way it is. It's not the way it is if you have a moral heart. This has nothing to do with the motherfucking fake christians, but more, much more about innocent and impressionable souls using themselves and being used in the utilization of evil. All in all, it is just saddening that we allow ourselves to even have to deal with this shit. You cannot compare a "phenomenon" like this with a false comparison to what "occupy" or whatever is doing. It is a barometer as to how low we have sunk as a cohesive, non-exploitative society for all.
This isn't the "grumpy old man" syndrome and isn't the "get off my lawn" cliché, it is simply looking at it for what it is. It was a disgusting display of being comfortable with both sexual and racial exploitation with a deplorable "artistic" attempt at making money. Yet, is it just money? That's up to you at this point. In the age of shit going "viral" I have a totally different take on 82_28 being 38 than when 82_28 was 20.
Here's a clip and compilation from the MTV awards show from the year I graduated high school.
Can you pick out how much that has changed? Yes, I can and I will do it for you. It was edgy and new. Now it is old and stupid and exploitative. There was no exploitation in 1994. Now there is. Sure there are many reasons for this, Many, many reasons. Still, no excuse. Jerky's points still stand despite all detractors.
There is no me. There is no you. There is all. There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of this universe is love. -- Propagandhi