A love letter to Miley Cyrus
If you’re anything like me, you will have experienced a fiery fury whenever your mum/boss/friend’s brother throws out a slut-shamey comment about Miley Cyrus (usually in regards to her Bangerz era and/or MTV 2013 performance). I have and will continue to defend Miley to the death.
I always felt a connection to Miley. I used to wear my hair in space buns after she made them look so good. I had a pit in my stomach the day I read she and Liam broke up. I felt a genuine excitement when they got back together, then more sadness upon their divorce announcement. I felt happy for her when she released an album, and sad when the album was so clearly based on pain.
I feel like I know her in a weird way. Like if I were to run into her we would chit chat like distant friends who haven’t caught up in a while, or pen pals from years ago. I guess it’s because we are of a similar age and I’ve been following her career since the Hannah Montana days. Her music was always age-appropriate at every stage, from East Northumberland High to her Heart of Glass cover.
Miley is one of the few celebrities who opens up. It seems as though we are never wondering what she’s thinking or what she’s going through, because she tells us. This could be a complete fabrication of course. An illusion, or clever planning from her media team. But it feels real, and that’s what matters.
I love every era of Miley, and enjoy watching her morph and grow with every distinct phase. I wonder if her constant reinventions are a response to society’s pressure on female celebs to always be something new and shiny, or whether it’s simply growing up, navigating her twenties like the rest of us.
I can’t relate to Miley’s life. She was famous upon being born to a very successful country music star. She was a child actress, a millionaire. I can’t even relate significantly to the content of her songs. My life looks nothing like hers. But she stands for a lot of things that I deem important. I believe her to be a voice for the Millennial generation.
I love Miley’s music of course, but I was always interested in her life and what she was up to. I like her interviews, I watched her relationships, her activism, her performances. I felt a spark of excitement every time she was in Australia, even though there was probably a 0.000001% chance I’d ever run into her.
While I’d probably never emulate it, I love her fashion, her hairstyles (I did have similar hair to her at one point), how she does her makeup. I feel a genuine rage when I see negative and unfair commentary about her. I bought and read her autobiography Miles To Go when I was 15 and keenly await the next memoir.
My adoration (and I cringe at that word, but it is accurate) for Miley is a little out of character. Like every other 12, 13, 14, 15 year old, I had my celebrity obsessions. Hilary Duff, JoJo (what happened to her by the way?), everyone from the Harry Potter movies. But now I’m 27 and have largely left that behind. But I am still so invested in Ms Miley Ray Cyrus.
I don’t know what it is about her, her seemingly unapologetic approach to life, her killer vocal range, her always-entertaining music videos, or her iconic cameo in High School Musical 2. There’s just something about her that is nothing short of intoxicating.