It’s kinda immature, but I’m a huge Miley Cyrus fine. I am also a huge Sinead O’Conner fan. Today they made me think as they crashed and burned right in the middle of my writing time. I’m okay with that, I guess. At least it’s not boring as much as as it is annoyed.

 It’s not hard to think about real estate when I’m watching Miley Cyrus’s ” Wrecking Ball.” Amongst the sledge hammers and a naked girl-tongue there are walls and concrete of solid foundations. They come down, sure, but that’s only because they really, really had to. Our pop queen of kooky, whateverishly produced famespeak understands that one cannot successfully sell the idea nor the reality of a solid black mansion if what’s there is really a split-level in a subdivision. It’s unbearably cynical. The cynical is just not that great and more importantly still: it’s not fashionable. But the location is nice after all, so you tear the stupid place down and start from scratch as your neighbors yell about things such as nice neighborhoods and property values. Grab some wrecking balls and get at it so you can make a home, you know, eventually.

There is only so much can’t happen when you have infinite cameras and infinite money. Honestly, what did anyone think would happen besides anything-ever-for no reason-just-because-why not? Add youthful, optimistic naivete into that mix and what you have is essentially a perpetual chaos machine programmed to make itself obsolete the very second it produces humanity. I like to imagine Hugo Ball would have had a lot of fun today. Dadaism was basically invented for Twitter and Youtube. Just think of the Internet as one big postmodernist performance art house. ” Squat here as long as you want, dingbats” says the 40 year old landlord pretending to be 15 year old cheerleader from Topeka. ” Be sure to feed the Feds some hackers every now and then or else they’ll get antsy and throw up on the damn carpet, lord knows it’s dirty enough already .” This is also why I feel very embarrassed for otherwise stable and smart people communicating their upsetness about a twenty year old girl with lots of fame and money acting like a twenty year old girl with lots of fame and money. I am also completely not shocked by it but rather artistically annoyed.

It’s dishonest to frame a young girl acting out as this big, shocking thing and it’s even more dishonest to loudly make it their fault when you’re offended by… and that’s the point where the concern trolls like Sinead O’Conner change the script, palm a card, and go, ” No NO! What I meant to say was I am just CONCERNED for that person because they might be being exploited! I may be calling her a ton of really bad things to call young women but that’s only because I’m offended FOR her!” This is why popular misogyny by other women is just messy, messy projection. And these otherwise smart, stable people should know that it’s impossible to feel a feeling for someone else and it’s jerky to ask them to behave a different way to suit your image of them. It just gets you caught up in a feedback loop of negativity, and remember, being cynical isn’t cool anymore. The economy is too bad for that sort of thing.

When I go to work I try to be as appealing and helpful as possible because I’m one of the fortunate and blessed a few, who, like Miley and Sinead, are attractive white girls who happen to love their jobs AND get money because they do them well. I don’t get as much money as them and odds are I never will, but that’s beside the point when I’m over the moon about being partially paid to write and create. So I’m happy and thankful which in turn makes me productive. Tearing down my colleges and co-workers is the exact opposite of productive, so it saddens me when I see people who are blessed to have so much choose to have a go at someone younger rather than supporting one another and helping those who are just leaning life’s rules.

I could lie but the facts about the economy are really very bleak right now. Real estate can be a struggle, I’ve seen, especially compared to the boom years we all saw in the aughts.To be successful you must not only be “good” at buying and selling houses or even yourself as a real estate professional. It is now more important than ever before that you excel at being unique while doing it. You must be helpful, intelligent, creative and kind, so even if you fail it will be hard for others to laugh. But even then ALWAYS be unique first; it took me until 25 to really accept that helpfulness and intelligence are rarer things than society may have us think and therefore, valuable. Be heard, be careful, be supportive, but always be yourself. Because everyone is watching you.

Miley Cyrus is trying to sell something in a bad economy too, one most of us won’t have to deal with. It’s a celebrity economy and the currency is fame. There are no banks and no regulations, only a clock, a roundhouse, the audience, every one of whom has a camera so they don’t miss a single second. And the longer you’re on the stage, the better the show you have to put on to get noticed. Miley’s real sin is she can afford better props than most because she’s been on stage longer and her audience is larger. You can hate her but it’s hard to deny that it isn’t one doozy of a show. It’s about the show we all should expect from a twenty year old girl with that much money, switching costumes and trying on hats. Does it really matter if the performer switched scripts halfway through?

The script was switched on all of us. I love helping people find houses, I love homes, and I love America’s strong tradition of taking stock in where they live their lives. A lot of us kind of gave up on that. Not so much because we wanted to, because it wasn’t all our own fault, the idea of real investments just kinda turned into something people took for granted they could never afford. I was never promised a rose garden but I sure did not expect to be in my mid 20s seeing a pattern of people, everywhere, who stare down the future like they’re looking down a gun barrel. I didn’t expect to be one of the lucky ones just by being myself. I was so spoiled. I still am, I guess. But I’m not ungrateful, and I don’t take success for granted. A lot of us took the script given to us for granted, took for a fact that the formula would never change, and that everything would turn out fine by the third act. And when the writing turned out to be… well, a little more dynamic, many players either froze on the stage or left to join the audience because they didn’t really know what to do. No one really did.

It was the hardest thing in the world to keep performing. But the spotlight only gives time to the best performers so you’d had better make your time in it count.  

We’re all performers on a stage sooner or later now. Are you going to give your best in the spotlight, doing what you can with what you got, to keep the show going and to give your fellow players the support of knowing they aren’t alone? Or are you going to join the audience, filming, always critiquing, and occasionally heckling those who try? Are you going to try something new and fail and learn, or pat yourself on the back for having never embarrassed yourself by failing? If the script changes will you flee the stage? Or will you make a few changes yourself? If the spotlight is too hot, will you laugh at those who sweat or will you hand your fellow player a towel?

And if you don’t like the show, you can always just go home. But you have to admire those who play to an empty room. My greatest regrets are not so much about what I did. They’re about what I didn’t do.

I hope Sinead learns the value of helpfulness and support over tearing something down just because someone who has different values than you built it. We all have to live in this neighborhood. We all bought land here. It’s hard enough to keep up with yourself but keeping up with others is impossible if you don’t at least try to match your own pace. If you don’t like your neighbor’s black, out there, gaudy mess of a mansion because it’s not like everyone else’s house in the neighborhood than the only logical solution is to find peace in your own. Before you know it the trend will spread, as people build and tear down and try new things. I’m glad real estate is learning that even though things are radically different than they used to be, that the show will go on. Do some improv, keep going! Even at it’s lowest points, it’s way too entertaining to stop. Sinead ripped up the pope’s portrait, Miley twerked. What are you going to succeed and fail at?

And when we grow tired of performing and watching each other and ourselves, we’ll all of us be all right as long as we have homes to go back to. Provided we didn’t tear each other’s down.