On Miley Cyrus and Other Coonery
White Coon (w-ii-t k-oo-n)
A Someone of the Caucasian persuasion whose infatuation with black people has resulted in an unhealthy obsession wherein said individual begins to believe that licking things and/or people, bending over and shaking their rump, and/or touching the posteriors of other black people makes them inherently cooler.
B An individual who self-identifies as Caucasian who assumes non-white roles in a public forum (ex. Minstrel shows) for the purpose of fame, personal profit, attention, or other deranged pseudo-benefit.
C Miley Cyrus.
My last post about this chick was out of concern. I was attempting to do a public service. I thought, “Hey, maybe if I put it out there in the universe, something good will come of it.” Yeah, no. That died last night at the 2013 MTV Video Music Awards. Miley Cyrus made a complete fool of herself while performing everyone’s favorite song, “We Can’t Stop.”
Some have chalked this up to the show having a “race problem.” Others have offered critical dialog analyzing the underlying messages sent in the “performance” from the non-singer last night. All of these concerns are valid and necessary.
But, my beef is no longer with Ms. Cyrus. It is clear she is an idiot and there is never any point in arguing with, debating against, addressing, or sitting next to idiots. My issue is with all of the fellow “twerkers” on the stage, the screaming sociopaths in the audience, and the onlookers on their couches cheering on this narcissistic, over-sexed, Robin Thicke molester as she paraded around in a cardboard bathing suit and humped things.
Really guys?Really? Is this the new standard in American pop culture? I mean goodness. I am not old. I am still in my twenties. So, this is not some old librarian telling the kids to hursh up in study session. There was literally nothing entertaining about that performance except the reactions from people in the audience. The Smith family scowled in harmony. Drake tried to avert his eyes. Rihanna chuckled to herself. Meanwhile, Ms. Cyrus donned a styrofoam finger and put it in every orifice she could on national TV.
yyyoo look at Will Smith's family reaction to Miley!! pic.twitter.com/GlO320EmDB
— A Scammer 🇳🇬 (@chi_chibaby) August 26, 2013
Oh yeah, and Twitter erupted (not in a good way).
— Jenn M. Jackson (@JennMJack) August 26, 2013
— MichaelaAngela Davis (@MichaelaAngelaD) August 26, 2013
But, at the end of the night, I am almost certain that Ms. Cyrus walked away (or twerked, trotted, or whatever she does to get from one place to another) and she felt proud of herself. She got the notoriety she wanted. She got the attention. And now, she is somewhere sipping pimp juice with her grillz on from her blinged out chalise.
What remains is a very very depressing social commentary for American entertainment and pop culture. When modern minstrel shows become a social norm (receiving multiple VMA nominations and receiving a prominent spot on a mainstream network award show) we have lost just a bit of our humanity. Ms. Cyrus’ performance stood out last night, not because it was good by any stretch of the term, but because it was shallow, shameful, embarrassing, arrogant, debased, and plainly, a mockery. To think that so many people support “Miley 2.0: Coon-style” is extremely disheartening.
This debacle was more than appropriation of black pseudo-culture. This was Ms. Cyrus’ big fat eff you to anyone who thinks that stereotypes, discrimination, and coonery are offensive. In essence, she was saying, “Oh, you didn’t like the black girls in my video? Look what I can do now.”
And, sadly, she is right. She CAN do it. Why? Because mainstream consumers allow her to. Her albums will still sell. Her videos will still top the charts. Never mind the fact that she is talentless. Dominant white entertainment culture loves loves loves to exploit the talents, assets, and traits of pseudo-blacks. And, why not? It has been the formula since Motown.
Sorry to break it to you black folks but we are not Miley’s target audience. So, our personal grievances give her no pause. Digest that for a moment. It’s a much easier pill to swallow than the one explaining why she did it in the first place…
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