Are you a teenager? Great—the VMAs are made for you, the MTV audience. Enjoy the experience. Text your friends about it. OMG and LOL all over the internet about it. It’s fun! We had ours, too.
Are you out of college? A full-fledged adult, even? The VMAs are not for you. The performers on stage, the celebs in the audience reacting to the performers on stage, and the online users reacting to the celebs in the audience reacting to the performers on stage—they’re all not for you. None of it. We had our time and our conversation and our relevance as an MTV demographic, but that’s over now.
Are you an adult who enjoyed the VMAs? Good! I’m legitimately happy you find joy in something. People can certainly enjoy things that aren’t exactly meant for them (see also: adult men and “My LIttle Pony” or human beings and lactose). They should! That’s life. But the reverse of that is disheartening, sad even: when people bemoan and hate something that isn’t intended for them in the first place, it’s the worst kind of sour grapes that should rightfully garner no sympathy.
I’m a size medium. If I put on an XXXL t-shirt, you’d say I have no right to complain about how “it doesn’t fit for shit” or that it “makes me look like a drowning accident in a textile factory.” You’d say it was a bad decision to put it on in the first place.
So cling loosely—fondly even—to the memories of your Chili Peppers and your Lil’ Kims, but I bid you go about your lives in peace.