Now, I love "The Hills" and it's sweet little sister, "Laguna Beach" (seasons 1 and 2). I was a little miffed when Justin Timberlake publicly called for more music videos on MTV while sharing a stage with Lauren Conrad and Whitney Port, two of the winsome, blonde stars of the monstrously successful MTV reality programming he seems to abhor. I think these shows are beautifully shot, fascinating, rather sad and complex (whether they mean to be or not). They are not quite the worst of what has happened to MTV; they are, in terms of quality and cultural influence, what "The Real World" was in the 90's. Everything else is wrong. MTV is not a station that is even remotely about music. It's about really skanky high school students and the skanks that they love. If you sit and watch a full day of MTV shows, you will become certain that life ends after eighteen. Imagine then, what it is to watch this swill as a small child. When I was a tyke, MTV was about the thrilling prospect of being in my twenties, the thrilling prospect of being a pop-star. The sad-sacks at the network, who, I'm sure, hate the stuff they're selling even more than we do, have created a new website to asuage us "oldies." MTV Music (hilariously redundant) makes available every single music video ever aired on the network. It's a haven where one can once again watch Snoop morph into a doberman and Duran Duran sail the high seas . . . bon voyage.
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