It’s one thing to hail Joan Jett as a queen, but it’s another to ignore the fight she had to put up in her rise to the throne.
People hated The Runaways. Men in particular. Not many women were slinging guitars over their shoulders, or picking up drum sticks, and playing just as loud - if not louder - than their counterparts. Kim Fowley shaped and pummelled them to be “rock and roll pigs” and they were treated as such. Objectification, degradation and sexism were the world in which they lived. They were panned by rock critics as “bimbos”, “sissies”, “bitches” and “jailbait”, accused of being imposters, and reduced to being a platter of women offered up to fuck instead of hear. Once The Runaways disbanded, Joan didn’t achieve instant solo success - she was rejected by 23 labels before she had to start her own label (Blackheart Records) and do it herself. Even after establishing herself and proving her chops, people still considered her a risk or a novelty.
Her fortitude and her self-assurance in the face of people thinking they knew what she was about are the reasons why she is still here. She does not forget the fight that female musicians have to put up to get their foot in the door while others just stroll in. She would embrace those who embrace themselves.
So if she wants to jam with Miley, you try and tell her not to.