Ok, I’ll admit. I can get behind the music of Rihanna. I can rock out to Lady Gaga (while cleaning my kitchen). Ke$ha? Bring it on. Thrift Shop? Sure. The KidzBop version though since that CD is constantly playing in my car. It’s pretty cute when the twins sing “I got $20 in my pocket”.
But I draw the line at Miley Cyrus. Specifically – Miley Cyrus twerking.
Ok, so I had NO IDEA what “twerking” was until an episode of Ray Donovan on Showtime, where Jon Voight’s character watches a twerking video in the library. Yeah. That happened. So I had what I thought was a normal reaction.
It appears that the younger generation has embraced this type of jiggly butt dance since Miley Cyrus demonstrated it on the MTV Video Music Awards. And apparently, any chance she gets. That’s when I threw up my hands and said “That’s IT! I’m officially OLD!” While most of the crowd were cheering for Miley as she grinded up against Robin Thicke’s crotch, I was in mouth-agape-shock. OMG. If this is acceptable now what the heck is in store for my 3 year olds when they hit their teen years? I may just keep them locked up until they are 30.
In my mind the performance of what was once Disney’s sweetheart Hannah Montana only perpetuates the idea that suggestively grinding, barely-there-short-shorts, and grabbing your crotch/thrusting with a foam “we’re number one” finger are totally normal and acceptable for today’s young generation.
Is this why 16 and Pregnant is so popular?