2013 MTV VMA Music Awards…and Other Things That Make Me Feel Old

Ok, before I spout out my holier-than-thou spiel, let me preface this by saying: I know I’m not actually old.

Less than two months shy of 27, I’m certainly not trying to age myself here. However, a few things over the past week have made me feel it. So let’s get started, shall we?

2013 MTV VMA’s

I rarely watch this Awards show; or Awards shows, in general, for that matter. I’d prefer trading this in for the classier Golden Globes or Oscars.

But, last night, my roommate and I decided to watch the VMA’s.

Other than the (terribly exciting) reunion of N*SYNC, I felt aged by the entire thing. Artists that I grew up with, know, and love showed up with their kids and were placed with the other older stars (AKA the “has been” section) and were replaced with teeny boppers that I’ve never seen, let alone heard of before.

Then, there was the opening acts. I was prepared for Gaga. I think she’s an amazing artist and she’s weird in a way that is awesome, because she simply doesn’t care…she is who she is. (You go, girl.)

That’s when Miley Cyrus came on stage. You know, little Hannah Montana? I admittedly do not follow Miley’s career more than her outrageous hairstyles, but apparently the “twerking” (don’t worry, there’s a YouTube video for that in case you’re looking to learn how to twerk) and sticking out her tongue is just a day in the life.

I was totally and completely unprepared for this little Southern white girl booty bouncing all over the stage, trying to compete with her more endowed and far more talented squad of bear dancers, until Robin Thicke appeared. Let’s just say I’ll never listen to “Blurred Lines” the same way…or Miley Cyrus, for that matter. You can see versions of the video here.

This is the Smith family’s reaction to Miley’s performance, and it’s almost a carbon copy of my own.