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I wasn't really sure if it warranted my bitching, but each year the MTV Video Music Awards renew my contempt for 'my generation.' I watched this year not only because I now can (the dorm lounge has cable), but because The Man was up for six awards. Johnny Cash's Hurt video, which recently replaced Thriller at the top of my list (And even Jacob -- I'm not going to put words in his mouth -- might agree with me here), is the greatest music video ever created. More than that, though: MTV had a chance to show that they have even the slightest bit of musical competency by awarding The Living Legend. Even Justin Timberlake acknowledged this when he, instead, was given the 'Best Male Video' prize. Sickened, I left the room, knowing full well that Cash would be accepting the 'Video of the Year' award as soon as I walked back in to it from avoiding two now trademark 20-minute commercial breaks and the 'viewers' choice award' between them. Instead, I was greeted with the face of the talentless Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliot.

Sickened, I left the room.

Peace.
-Todd