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MTV is not musical television
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Every day, when I return home from school, I turn on the TV, ready to melt my brain with a little mindless entertainment. My first instinct is to hit the numbers 4-8 and check what's on MTV.
"Date My Mom." "Room Raiders." "Parental Control." "Next."
How about a show called "Yo Mamma," where trash talking is promoted for entertainment?
What about "Home Wrecker," a show where the premise is to get revenge on people by messing up their apartments?
Let's not forget "I Want a Famous Face"--where ordinary people get to have plastic surgery to make themselves resemble celebrities.
What do they all have in common? They are all nonmusical programming, all shown on a channel entitled "Music Television."
MTV was "born" Aug. 1, 1981, when music videos were full of lasers, lights, big hair, and girls doing back flips on cars. MTV showed these videos 24 hours a day, seven days a week. It lived up to the name--running like a radio station, with VJs playing videos considered the "top 40."
Now, our supposed "Music Television"
I wake up a little before 6 a.m. every day. I take a shower, then eat my breakfast in front of the TV, watching music videos that are shown only between about 4 and 7 a.m. Finally, music (if that's what I can call it) appears. I flip channels as one after another rap video appears on the screen.
Being a heterosexual female, I don't exactly want to watch large-chested woman "shakin' it" while some guy raps about "smackin' up the hos" or exactly how hard it is to be a pimp.
I doubt at any point in my life I'm going to be "smackin' up" any hos or "pimpin' out my girls." I have nothing against rap music itself, but the topics addressed by the artists are offensive and not exactly what I prefer to hear at 6:30 in the morning--or at any other time of the day, for that matter.
All I want to know is how MTV can call itself "Music Television." Music is supposed to be enjoyable and easily related to by the average person. I don't relate to reality TV. In reality, hot guys don't pop out of buses ready to date me, and in reality no guy my age will, hopefully, ever "Date My Mom."