way ( joke). In these times of get-rich- or- diedying, hard- core marketing, it’s really not surprising to see sisters taking the extreme raunchy route — Beyoncé (32), Rihanna (25), Miley (20), Katy Perry (28), Lady Gaga (27), and whoever, you know yourself… I can’t keep up with all these in-their-prime and buffed-to-perfection women willing to twerk, tweek and booty-funkydoo-dee (whatever the ‘new’ moves are called), in near-nudie G-strings and mini-bras. And even, utterly nude, as in the case of Cyrus.
Ah Miley, and her ‘ infamous’ twerking appearance on the MTV video awards, wearing
Madonna rode the Britney up-trend by association, while Sinéad has ridden the Miley trend by
nothing but flesh- coloured leatherette bra and panties, simulating sex with a singer called Thicke (38), (the name is Thicke, Robin Thicke). And her even more ‘infamous’ video of the song ‘Wrecking Ball’, in which she orally stimulates a lump hammer (watch it on the YouTube if this sounds bonkers!) and swings about straddling a wrecking ball, totally nude. The video was directed by controversial fashion photographer Terry Richardson (48) who has been subject to multiple accusations of exploitation of very young models.
But is Miley one such victim of his fashion-nudieoeuvre? Sinéad O’Connor (47) famously thinks so. Don’t be pimping yourself, she told Miley, in the first of her multiple open letters. Fellas in the industry are making more money out of your nakedness than you ever will, you’re unknowingly exploiting your lady-soul by exposing your body etc etc. And then Miley more or less said, ‘shut it ...’ and then mental health issues came into it and blah de blah, back and forth…
I couldn’t help thinking of the ‘incident’ ten years ago, on the same MTV video awards show, when Madonna (then 45) snogged Britney (then 22), literally attaching herself to the burgeoning Britney brand. You could say Madonna rode the Britney up-trend by association, while Sinéad has ridden the Miley trend by disapprobation.
So then there’s Sinéad with the startling B and Q tattooed on her face on The Late Late, with Ryan uncomfortable as ever, questioning, and, maybe it’s just me, but I can’t help seeing a patina of self-promotion in the whole thing. ‘Sinéad, did you never hear of the post?’ he didn’t ask. ‘It allows you send letters in private.’
Unlike Sinéad, I don’t get an achy breaky heart for Miley herself when I see her riding a wrecking ball in the nip. She’s been at the centre of show biz since she was a zygote, her father is himself a super-duper star. I figure she’s savvy, mega media-tough and protected to the hilt in all of this cynical nudie business.
In the midst of the PR shenanigans generated, I get an achy breaky heart for all the girls for whom the Mileys of this world are role models: girls who don’t deserve the dysfunction of the Miley image of young womanhood. Like us suggestible Nualas, even. As we tweeted this week, Nuala tried to copy Miley in a video, she’s ended up in A&E with 14 stitches in her tongue – she licked a saw. #SineadO’Connor was right.