Just Being Miley?

Faster than you can say taco flavored keeses from my Ben, America's sweetheart and latest papparazzi target Miley Cyrus has come undone. The Hannah Montana hitmaker was photographed in a spread for Vanity Fair by noted fashion photographer Nigel Barker, I mean, Annie Leibovitz draped in nothing but a sheet. While Miley is not knocked up like her "good friend" Jamie Lynn Spears, Ms. Cyrus's scantily clad image does little to protect the billion-dollar franchise she's helped Disney accrue.

In the past few weeks, Miley's scantily clad Myspace shots have surfaced on the Internets and have been panned as badly "photoshopped" pictures set to take down the Disney diva. With the latest developments from Graydon Carter's glossy, the fifteen year old's career could take a major hit.

Take for instance, the career of Gretchen Mol. The star of The Notorious Bettie Page took a massive swandive off the Hollywood sign in 1998 when she posed nude as a covergirl in Vanity Fair along with the proclamation that she was Hollywood's next it girl. Praised too soon, Mol couldn't keep up with her overinflated title and didn't find a meaty role until Christine Vachon cast her the infamous bondaged babe who exploited her looks to get ahead.

While I'm not here to argue the aesthetics or legacy of Bettie Page, far too often women use their sexuality to get ahead. Is it wrong? Are we all guilty of it to some degree? Or are we just being Miley?