Showing posts with label Miley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miley. Show all posts

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Miley's VMA performance, and how yet again, white feminism has completely ignored our sisters of color.

Perhaps I'm a little late in contributing my commentary regarding Miley Cyrus' Sunday, August 25th Video Music Awards (VMAs) performance, but upon reading article upon article in response to her actions and overhearing the news circulating college classrooms and dormitories, I have been left revolted and disappointed. Allow me to tell you why.

Somehow, not surprisingly, in our discussion of Miley's right to explore her sexuality, and the slut-shaming young Miley's performance has aroused, we have silenced the discussion of the racist nature of her performance. Instead of discussing the tightness of her apparel, or how stupid her hair looked, can we discuss her use of people as literal props (her back-up dancers, all black, wore Teddy bear costumes), or the fact that Miley's newfound sexuality can only emerge in the presence of black female bodies? How about the fact that her performance perpetuates the notion that black women are somehow inherently more sexual than their Caucasian counterparts; hyper-sexual, animalistic. Let us discuss the fact that her performance mimicked aspects of blackface minstrel shows? Not a single black person won an award last night, yet Miley mimics black culture and music all she wants.

As feminist media is saturated with financially stable white women, instead of discussing these issues, they have instead written piece upon piece about slut shaming. Now, don't get me wrong. Slut shaming is an important issue that deserves attention, but what I'm so disgusted by is the fact that the mainstream feminist media, has successfully ignored the racial implications of Miley's performance.

From slapping her dancer's ass, to her implication of rimming, Miley has turned black women's bodies into a good, a product to be devalued, sold and traded for entertainment purposes. Her only interaction with any of her dancers was her repeated slapping of one bootilicious black woman's ass, thus implying that a colored woman's only worth is the extent to with she can be sexualized, because ya'know what else does an African American woman have to add to a VMA performance besides her voluptuous behind?

Additionally troublesome, Miley's explicit attempts to belong within black culture, and then running off and performing in the manner in which she did, suggests that black culture is all the same, or simply put, that all black people twerk and listen to a similar musical genre. Miley, there is much more to being black than a style of sexualized dancing. Note how Miley declared her desire for a "black sound," but did not explore Afrofuturism, or the blues, or jazz, she headed straight for an urban sound. Urban music is not the entirety of black culture, and it does not resonate with the entirety of an entire group of people. You want a more urban sound for your next album? Fantastic. Don't squeeze all African Americans into one generalized genre in the process.

I have heard two major defenses regarding Miley's performance, each equally problematic. First, that Miley's only twenty, and therefore, "just a kid," that we're all being too hard on the poor girl. But the thing is, Miley isn't just a kid. She's a multimillionaire teeny-bopper phenomenon well aware of her influence and she knows exactly what she's doing. Just a kid? No. She has been quoted saying her new album has "a black sound." Her attempt to further her career and break free from her good girl image by submerging into traditionally black aesthetics is clear. Secondly, I have heard journalists defend Miley by stating her performance was just an attempt to explore her newfound sexuality. Okay, that defense is so troublesome it stings. That implies that in order to be sexual and express one's sexual being you need black bodies. This suggests that to be sexual is to be black, and to be black is to be sexual.

So Miley, you want to be down with colored folk? Then you need to get your fucking shit together and start treating them like actual human beings, not objects to be broken down into sexualized bits and pieces. Secondly, crack open some history books and get yourself a tutor, because you clearly know nothing about the culture in which you demand to borrow from and so desperately wish to belong. You can celebrate Black culture without perpetuating all the stereotypes and without contributing to the rhetoric that black women's bodies aren't their own.

I'm not saying we can't borrow aspects from cultures that are not our own. That'd be ridiculous and regressive, but when you borrow something, you treat it with care, you know it's history and significance. You do not fling it on and off and get rewarded with praise and career advancements in response. African Americans, Native Americans, the LGBT community, etc, etc, do not have the privilege of taking that identity on and off, thus if you are to borrow from such a culture, you are to respect such culture. We must all work towards a borrowing that empowers and celebrates, not isolates and offends. When we borrow from another culture, we must not put it through our culture's individual filter, as Miley did with black culture.

On a lighter note, I bet Miley's little latex panties gave her a mad yeast infection...that shit's unbreathable.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Red hair: hot on Rihanna, a cry for attention on your high school girlfriend.

On Lookbook, “the largest online community dedicated to showcasing member-uploaded "street style" photography” girls in three inch high flatforms dominate the “hot” page. Photographs of heavily tattooed women, their eyelids thickly splashed with glitter, are perpetually reblogged on Tumblr. Heck, there are entire Tumblr pages devoted to ladies with lilac locks.

Perhaps in show biz Lady Gaga and Nicki Minaj have long ago declared themselves queens of ko-ko, but even Katy Perry dons purple tresses, Lana Del Rey – fake grills and spiked nails. As celebrities continue to opt for standing out rather than regurgitating been-there done-that traditional concepts of “pretty,” even magazines geared towards the average teenage girl have begun to feature beauty tutorials for wild nail art and cutting edge fashion forward editorials.

If the sources in which young people look to seek style inspiration and define prettiness are experimenting with new concepts of beauty, why then, are girls with dip dyed locks and bow ties around their necks still subjected to gawks and eye rolls as they stroll the hallways of their high schools? If we, as a society, have linked recording artists and actresses as contributors to a spike in eating disorders among young girls or a glorification of rape culture, or simply put, the shitty parts of the world in which we live, why hasn’t there been a successful trickle down effect of this redefinition of what it means to be beautiful?

Are daring beauty trends only desirable from afar? Is it the fame and fortune that allows Miley to bleach and take a razor to her hair? Is Rihanna’s red do’ only sexy because while hey, it’s Rihanna, but still a big no-no for your high school girlfriend? Will we ever reach a point where we don’t have to tell our girlfriends to cover up her tattoos when you first bring her home to meet your parents?

Perhaps, by convincing ourselves that the answer is time would prove comforting. Time for Hollywood's trends to blow eastward to small town suburbia  Time for older generations to realize that our generation's pink hair is no more radical than their generation's long haired men and Afros. However, ignoring fear's role in deterring young women's experimentation with their outward appearances would be both ignorant and an injustice. As if the color of your make-up is somehow a grandiose political statement, fear of being labeled too progressive. Fear of young men's disapproval.
One of the most beneficial aspects of experimenting with personal self expression – man repelling. There is no better way to weed out immature duds than challenging traditional concepts of femininity, or what it means to be "ladylike." Experimentation , in the proper context, is a healthy and rewarding aspect to adolescence. It's yet another avenue for one to discover new skills and joys.

Bottom line: Whatever your style, whatever the decade – confidence never goes out of style.

Also, to the two glorious women who reminded me of why I blog and drug me out of my slump, I thank you.