A lot of brainpower has gone into dissecting whether Miley Cyrus is sexually empowered or not. Sorry to be a buzzkill, but there's only one person who can decide whether Miley has a healthy relationship with sexuality: the woman herself. The feminist movement has a nasty habit of acting like a doctor with a prescription for sexual empowerment. To apply one set of rules all women should follow is to treat us as a homogeneous group and ignores feminism's top accomplishment: choice. The trouble is, judging others is always easier than judging ourselves.
As someone who has covered music since Britney Spears made everyone freak out with her own barely dressed Rolling Stone cover in 1998, North Americans being aghast at a young female pop star is nothing new. But there's something a little different about the Miley mess. Why are we talking about her so much? Obviously, she's quite talented and incredibly charismatic -- neither of which would be revelations to her legions of Hanna Montana-raised fans but are to those who still think of her as that "Achy Breaky" guy's daughter. But the real reason goes further back. Like, way further back.