I'm no arbiter of moral justice. . .

but what the hell is wrong with people? This whole Miley Cyrus/Vanity Fair photo thing us ut-ter-ly ridiculous. Girls who have grown up playing with prostitutes, oh, I'm sorry "Bratz dolls" are now feeling some bizarre moral superiority over a chic showing her back in a wierd, artsy, gay magazine. I mean, really, who reads Vanity Fair that will get a hard on for one square foot of fifteen year old flesh?

I feel slightly torn. I wish there was such a thing as decency and simple modesty. But I do not believe that one "artistic" photo can give any actual bearing on a person's real life. The fact of the matter is that our lives are our own and I wish that Miss Miley had told Disney to blow it out their asses. She could quit what she's doing RIGHT now and live like royalty for the rest of her life. When will it be too late to get out from under the commercial thumb of her creators? How many kids have gone away to college and self-destructed in the vacuum of freedom their parents' had sheltered them from?

Where do we get this puritanical sense of righteousness? I suppose part of this comes back to the whole "girls are mean" thing that's been so prevalent as of the last several years. When do we stand up and say stop? You have no right to pass judgement. You need to begin to make decisions about your own life, shallow and sheltered as it may be, way before you can destroy someone else's. Just cut it the fuck out.

As for the photo of Miley and dear old dad referenced in this other Broadsheet post, whoa, super creepy.
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Girls on Miley Cyrus: She's a slut
There comes word today of what teenage girls really think about Miley Cyrus after the scandal over her bedsheet photo shoot: They say she's a "slut" and "whore." In today's New York Times, reporter Susan Dominus talks with a handful of New York City girls about the controversial Vanity Fair photos. The teenagers -- many wearing skimpy skirts, cleavage-framing dresses and tight baby tees, and painted with glitter and Barbie-esque blush -- describe Cyrus using words usually reserved for tagging the locker of the girl rumored to have slept with half the high school football team. Dominus frames their response perfectly:
Dressing sexy, as she and so many of her classmates do, was one thing. Dressing in bedding, seemingly otherwise unclothed, was apparently quite another: contemptible, an actual evocation of sex itself. It's a paradigm about this generation of teenage girls that's perplexing to anyone who's aged out of it: They exude sexuality, even as they've internalized a language of shame and anger around it, a language that makes anyone who crosses some ever finer line of appropriate behavior a slut or a whore.
-- Tracy Clark-Flory