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.
I'm not black. I'm not a backup dancer. I've never been onstage with Miley Cyrus. Those things are true of most writers who have been weighing in on the "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIt's Miley Show" (I mean, the VMAs). Yet that hasn't stopped them from pontificating about how "objectified" Miley's black backup dancers should feel for being "props" in her racist charade. Maybe they are wrong.
I saw many prominent white feminists use their sizeable platforms to defend Miley's right to rub her ass on Robin Thicke while wearing flesh-coloured bra and panties. I watched as those same people remained embarrassingly silent about Miley's behaviour towards black women and black culture.