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(blog) - David N Moore</title><link>https://davidnmoore.com/blog/</link><lastBuildDate>Thu, 11 Jul 2024 21:55:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><language>en-US</language><generator>Site-Server v@build.version@ (http://www.squarespace.com)</generator><description><![CDATA[]]></description><item><title>Saint Sinead</title><dc:creator>David Moore</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2023 16:58:14 +0000</pubDate><link>https://davidnmoore.com/blog/c45j9h4wgynlxzz-klgny-ztjwf-dh8lc-6y346-dfgpm-hg72h-xy5gz-bl9aa-44cax-d3bbe-by9rn-mywjp-lp3kf-cmfgj</link><guid isPermaLink="false">615600cffa58356512b24bfc:61dcd2c47d49cd15b84e8450:64c939a640ac7e6429c56e11</guid><description><![CDATA[<p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--white"><strong>While I carry great respect for Roman Catholic voices that have helped to shape my life, I, even in my more dogmatic youth, never cared a great deal for canonization, <em>the formal process by which the Church declares a person to be a saint and worthy of universal veneration. </em>The case can be made, though, that a human like Sinead O’Connor is worthy of multigenerational honor. </strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--white"><strong>She grew up as a very religious girl. When she matured and saw the crimes of her church against children, she became so furious that when she appeared on Saturday Night Live in 1992, she ripped up a picture of Pope John Paul II after she sang the closing lines of Bob Marley’s “War,” </strong></span></p><h1><span class="sqsrte-text-color--white"><strong>We know we will win; we have confidence in the victory of good over evil.</strong></span></h1><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--white"><strong>Societies always need people to remind them of their conscience. Perhaps Sinead was uniquely shaped to respond to the clergy abuse in Ireland (and the world) by her own torment at the hands of her mother. Sinead said, “She ran a torture chamber. It was a torture chamber. She was a person who took delight and smile in hurting you.” </strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--white"><strong>Later, when she heard Miley Cyrus say that her “Wrecking Ball” video images were influenced by her, O’Connor wrote an open letter on her website.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>Dear Miley,</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>I wasn’t going to write this letter, but today i’ve been dodging phone calls from various newspapers who wished me to remark upon your having said in Rolling Stone your “Wrecking Ball” video was designed to be similar to the one for “Nothing Compares” … So this is what I need to say … And it is said in the spirit of motherliness and with love.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>I am extremely concerned for you that those around you have led you to believe, or encouraged you in your own belief, that it is in any way ‘cool’ to be naked and licking sledgehammers in your videos. It is in fact the case that you will obscure your talent by allowing yourself to be pimped, whether its the music business or yourself doing the pimping.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>Nothing but harm will come in the long run, from allowing yourself to be exploited, and it is absolutely NOT in ANY way an empowerment of yourself or any other young women, for you to send across the message that you are to be valued (even by you) more for your sexual appeal than your obvious talent. I am happy to hear I am somewhat of a role model for you and I hope that because of that you will pay close attention to what I am telling you.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>The music business doesn’t give a s*** about you, or any of us. They will prostitute you for all you are worth, and cleverly make you think its what YOU wanted … and when you end up in rehab as a result of being prostituted, ‘they’ will be sunning themselves on their yachts in Antigua, which they bought by selling your body and you will find yourself very alone.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>None of the men ogling you give a s*** about you either, do not be fooled. Many’s the woman mistook lust for love. If they want you sexually that doesn’t mean they give a f*** about you. All the more true when you unwittingly give the impression you don’t give much of a f*** about yourself. And when you employ people who give the impression they don’t give much of a f*** about you either. No one who cares about you could support your being pimped … and that includes you yourself.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>Yes, I’m suggesting you don’t care for yourself. That has to change. You ought be protected as a precious young lady by anyone in your employ and anyone around you, including you. This is a dangerous world. We don’t encourage our daughters to walk around naked in it because it makes them prey for animals and less than animals, a distressing majority of whom work in the music industry and it’s associated media.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>You are worth more than your body or your sexual appeal. The world of showbiz doesn’t see things that way, they like things to be seen the other way, whether they are magazines who want you on their cover, or whatever … Don’t be under any illusions … ALL of them want you because they’re making money off your youth and your beauty … which they could not do except for the fact your youth makes you blind to the evils of show business. If you have an innocent heart you can’t recognise those who do not.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>I repeat, you have enough talent that you don’t need to let the music business make a prostitute of you. You shouldn’t let them make a fool of you either. Don’t think for a moment that any of them give a flying f*** about you. They’re there for the money… we’re there for the music. It has always been that way and it will always be that way. The sooner a young lady gets to know that, the sooner she can be REALLY in control.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>You also said in Rolling Stone that your look is based on mine. The look I chose, I chose on purpose at a time when my record company were encouraging me to do what you have done. I felt I would rather be judged on my talent and not my looks. I am happy that I made that choice, not least because I do not find myself on the proverbial rag heap now that I am almost 47 yrs of age … which unfortunately many female artists who have based their image around their sexuality, end up on when they reach middle age.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>Real empowerment of yourself as a woman would be to in future refuse to exploit your body or your sexuality in order for men to make money from you. I needn’t even ask the question … I’ve been in the business long enough to know that men are making more money than you are from you getting naked. Its really not at all cool. And its sending dangerous signals to other young women. Please in future say no when you are asked to prostitute yourself. Your body is for you and your boyfriend. It isn’t for every spunk-spewing dirtbag on the net, or every greedy record company executive to buy his mistresses diamonds with.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>As for the shedding of the Hannah Montana image … whoever is telling you getting naked is the way to do that does absolutely NOT respect your talent, or you as a young lady. Your records are good enough for you not to need any shedding of Hannah Montana. She’s waaaaaaay gone by now … Not because you got naked but because you make great records.</strong></span></p><p class="sqsrte-large"><span class="sqsrte-text-color--accent"><strong>Whether we like it or not, us females in the industry are role models and as such we have to be extremely careful what messages we send to other women. The message you keep sending is that its somehow cool to be prostituted … its so not cool Miley … its dangerous. Women are to be valued for so much more than their sexuality. We aren’t merely objects of desire. I would be encouraging you to send healthier messages to your peers … that they and you are worth more than what is currently going on in your career. 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