Tomorrow is MTV’s Birthday.
They won’t be celebrating with the rest. Apparently, in the entertainment world, 25 is the new 40. Now instead of worrying about being over the hill, we’re supposed to be worried about starting the trek up the hill.
Considering that I wasn’t even born when MTV debuted, (I like saying that, it proves that I don’t need the eye cream just yet) I don’t have much of a recollection for the early years and what made MTV the atrocity fabulous network it is today. I was around for The Real World and Road Rules when they were at their height of popularity, and I even remember when they truly were MUSIC television. Kind of. There was even a time in my life when I tuned in for the latest episodes of Laguna Beach. So how did I become the old fart in the relationship?
Maybe it’s because I just can’t get into it anymore. I guess it’s because I’m moving out of the age bracket of their target audience. I mean, I’m sort of an adult, and I don’t have off in the summertime, I have a job, I’m responsible. Oh! That must be it! They want all of the loser, unemployed, drunk-in-college-but-not-quite-21 people to make them feel younger. I guess MTV and I have to part ways. There’s no way they want to be seen with an older woman.
To be quite frank, there’s no way I want to be seen with the alcoholics that make up the MTV crew, so it all works in everyone’s favor.





