My wife and I typically manage to watch one MTV awards show each year. Last night it was the MTV Video Music Awards.
This annual rite used to provide comforting assurance that I was still young at heart. About two years ago the switch got flipped and now it’s a barometer of how out-of-touch I am with pop culture – which frankly doesn’t bother me much.
Britney Spears’ performance is already being hacked to death all ’round the Web, but I’ll add one observation: The aggressively sexual content of much teen stuff used to look like a form of rebellion (or at least that’s what people have been saying for decades), but now it’s so over-the-top that it looks more like a marketing construct. Perhaps mixed with an expression on Britney’s part of “I can’t think of anything else to talk about.”