Shook the Spot

IN 25 YEARS, MTV'S GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT: MILDLY ENTERTAINING BABYSITTERS

"The Ever-Changing Eternal Youth of MTV, Now 25 Going on 11," Viriginia Heffernan in The New York Times . . .

At 11, though you still have no vote or cash, you begin to want to adorn your
identity as a citizen and a consumer. You still can’t do or say or buy, but
(with the right baby sitter) you can watch and learn. And speaking of baby
sitters, 11 is also the age when you can finally talk to those baby sitters,
when you’re almost a baby sitter yourself and when you need to be able to
converse about Busta Rhymes, Beyoncé and “Laguna Beach,” and fast.

"25 Years Down the Tube," Hank Stuever in The Washington Post . . .

Those of us first labeled "the MTV Generation" would now like to apologize
to all the parents with basic cable who hired us as babysitters in those days.
You should know this: Your small children went unsupervised, unless they
happened to pass between our eyeballs and Adam Ant's.

"'The First Time I Saw MTV . . . '," Gretchen Williams in the St. Paul Pioneer Press . . .

Babysitting gigs were gold back in junior high if I knew the parents had
cable TV. Watching hours of MTV in their basements gave me hope that one day I
could be as cool as some of the people I saw dancing in the videos.