A VIEW FROM THE TOP

Child porn noth­ing to sMi­ley about

The Star Early Edition - - TONIGHT EDITOR’S NOTE - LARA DE MATOS TONIGHT ED­I­TOR lara.dematos@inl.co.za

DEARMi­ley Cyrus We get it: Han­nah Mon­tana is no more. You’ve shed the sweet-girl-next-door per­sona that pro­jected you into the stratosphere of star­dom and now want to be seen as an adult – and a highly sex­u­alised one at that, ap­par­ently.

The in­creas­ingly skimpy (and dis­tinctly vulgar) out­fits, the per­verse tongue that lolls out at ev­ery photo op­por­tu­nity, the in­ces­sant (and em­bar­rass­ing, given your poor ex­e­cu­tion thereof) twerk­ing, the ’80s Madonna hairdo and your crass pen­chant for pe­nis mo­tifs – whether rid­ing them, eat­ing them in the guise of a birth­day cake or even dress­ing up as one – has en­sured your mes­sage has been heard across the con­ti­nents, at full vol­ume.

But the key memo you seem to have missed on your jour­ney from child star to the prover­bial age of con­sent, is that in or­der to be treated like an adult, act­ing like one is gen­er­ally re­garded as a pre­req­ui­site.

In keep­ing with a new self­im­posed man­date, un­der nor­mal cir­cum­stances, I would steer clear of af­ford­ing your at­ten­tion-seek­ing an­tics any fur­ther pub­lic­ity (much less cre­dence) by mere virtue of writ­ing about them.

How­ever, since you in­sist on con­tin­u­ing to pol­lute the planet with your par­tic­u­lar brand of id­iocy, surely you must un­der­stand there comes a point when even those with only a rudi­men­tary grasp of pro­pri­ety will in­evitably be­gin to push back. And that point is now.

In a world in­creas­ingly bat­tling the de­spi­ca­ble scourge of child abuse, you deem it amus­ing to su­per­im­pose pic­tures of your ado­les­cent and Han­nah Mon­tana self onto ex­plic­itly sug­ges­tive images. In­clud­ing that of your­self as an in­fant, edited to look like a drugged out star­let “maxin’” (to use your de­scrip­tion), naked, in a bath­tub com­plete with disco balls for a bra.

And where (I dare say “for­mer”) fans ca­pa­ble of ac­tual thought have ex­pressed their shock at your so­cial me­dia an­tics, still you have stead­fastly and self­ishly re­fused to re­move th­ese por­traits that ef­fec­tively serve to pro­mote child pornog­ra­phy. Be­cause the hype it gar­ners you is of greater im­por­tance to your mer­cu­rial mind than the pos­si­bly dev­as­tat­ing con­se­quences of the mes­sage you’re so brazenly send­ing out.

Any adult would un­der­stand as much. But then, for all the red lip­stick and “this is our house, this is our rules” brash­ness, be­hind it all, you’re still a lit­tle girl play­ing dres­sup.

What makes your trans­for­ma­tion into rib­aldry that much more piti­ful is the fact that, where oth­ers have cho­sen this route be­cause bar­ing their bod­ies or be­hav­ing in­ap­pro­pri­ately is their only hope of achiev­ing fame, you ac­tu­ally pos­sess tal­ent.

But now you’ve just be­come another cliché. One who has, in­deed, come in like a wreck­ing ball.

Signed, Dis­gusted.

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