So I had it in mind to discuss the pop-culture event that sparked coast-to-coast tizzies this week. Miley Cyrus put a stake in Hannah Montana’s heart at the MTV Video Music Awards, with a performance that was, depending on your perspective, either shocking, sexy, weird, or a cry for help.
But you know what? Screw that. The event has been covered, in spades. If you’re a wee bit curious as to my take on it, see this from nearly two years ago, wherein in a completely different context, I opine as to how fame and celebrity can (and often does) warp the mind. I can’t think of anything I said then that doesn’t apply now.
Yeah, this is a culture blog, and yes I think culture is important. And any other week, the very public quasi-meltdown of a famous young lady (who was denied a normal childhood for our collective edification) would be relevant, and I’d be happy to discuss it.
But not this week.
This week we’re still processing the news that a horrific war crime has been committed. We’re following the investigatory and political maneuvering that’s come as a result. And we’re watching, yet again, a slow march to war.
Culture is important, and pop culture is fascinating. But compared to the sobering realities of life, death, and war, these things couldn’t matter less.
