Instead, Jack and Meg White (siblings? lovers? incestuous all-of-the-aboves?) should get the Moonman for the eclectically insane Icky Thump. And for the leaders of the emo invasion to be heralded with yet another award would be an unfortunate, yet expected, move on MTV’s part.
An Ashlee-Simpson sexing, emo-genius, penis-displaying tool. WHO SHOULDN’T BE NOMINATED: Gym Class Heroes Mark Ronson will serve as DJ as Timbaland hosts, and performers will include 50 Cent, Fall Out Boy, the Foo Fighters, Rihanna and Kanye West, among others. This year, MTV drastically cut the category list, allowing only eight on-air awards and creating new, overarching categories such as Male Artist of the Year and Female Artist of the Year (Grammys much?). If you’re a stupid member of the masses for just one day, let it be this one. We love it for The Hills (Spencer’s facial hair = pubes) and the ever-stereotypical The Real World on a day-to-day basis, but the yearly celebration of the Video Music Awards is another thing altogether, a wonderful day of superficial dalliance and vapid viewing. But still – long after our generation graduated to stealing music from the Internet and watching useless blurbs on YouTube (“Chocolate Rain” is God) – we treat MTV like the nostalgic oddity it is. Let’s face it: MTV, as a form of music television, is as relevant to the current mainstream as Trapper Keepers, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, legwarmers and Power Rangers – we don’t need them, but we sure do love them.