Please help to explain

Some days society really gets me down.
Let's talk about Miley Cyrus.  Because that's what she wants us to do.
After her VMA performance she tweeted: "Smilers! My VMA performance had 306.000 tweets per minute. That's more than the blackout or Superbowl! #fact".
Can we break this down for moment?
What is really the issue here?
That a young, successful and attractive woman stripped down to next to nothing and gyrated on stage for the visual consumption of the public/generally adoring masses?
I guess we should do away with Carnival, then.
And all strippers.
A lot of anime.
Porn, for sure.
And where's the equivalent hate for Lady Gaga, who paraded around in much less clothing than Ms. Cyrus?
Men go to strip clubs and pay for grossly overpriced drinks to lay eyes on perfectly formed women that will never go home with them.
Oh wait: men pay for sex.  Switzerland just built some sex boxes, specifically for this fact.
50 women marched in Vancouver on Sunday, topless, for gender equality.  And while I don't agree with blogger Lori Welbourne taking her top off while interviewing the mayor of Kelowna because it doesn't make sense (a) I have never had to deal with a man taking his shirt off while in a work environment {and if he did I would tell him to put it the fuck back on}; and b) women in Canada won the right to bare their tatas in 1996, so the whole thing was a moot point), I'm even more astounded by the legions of "spectators" that showed up for Sunday's march, just to see some tits, and get some photographic evidence to boot.
Are you for real?
We're shaming Miley Cyrus for giving society what it wants (and has created an insatiable desire for): sex.
Fuck that for a box of soldiers.
I'm tired of sex being so taboo.  And I'm tired that people are surprised and/or outraged that this kind of thing is happening.  We've created this furtive, creepy obsession with the whole thing and as I write this a bunch of guys are jerking off to the most recent images of Miley's taut ass
When I was about fourteen, my parents inadvertently took me and my brother to the local nude beach.  It was overcast, not warm and it was April.  They were literally just expecting a simple walk along the beach.  And then the sun came out and it got hot.  It became beach weather.
And I saw a guy walking along the trail leading down to the beach wearing socks.  Just that: dirty white socks.
My parents had the choice then: do an about face and return home, or continue on.
We soldiered on.  I have never seen so much cock in my life.  After a while I ceased to care.  My brother was five years younger than me and not quite as comfortable (or maybe just disappointed as there were no women on the beach), but we actually ended up having lunch at Wreck Beach (the gentleman that made our falafel was kind enough to wrap a sarong around himself while cooking for us, and I'm glad for the experience).
Maybe if we can, collectively as a society, have some frank discussions about sex and all the issues that surround it, we won't have closet it the way we have for generations and so, when stories like Tiger Woods' numerous affairs come out we won't faint due to the constrictive nature of our corsets, and 50 women marching down the street with no tops on won't cause some sort of furor.
When I was at the autocross with my brother he brought up a very good point: he felt that since all these guys racing cars could "get it out of their system" on the track every once in a while, they wouldn't feel compelled to engage in street racing.
And so it is here.  Sex remains taboo.  Nudity is shameful.
It's no wonder people are doing 160 kilometres an hour on the Sea to Sky.