Today, I felt so old. Out of all the things I agreed to do in NY, I agreed to go to MTV\’s TRL with my sister and my sister\’s friends. Being 24, I had just made the age cutoff.

I was rushing from finally buying my crumpler bag in SoHo (yes, after 2 earlier failed attempts) and grabbing food at Grand Central before getting to Times Square. But we stood outside of the MTV studio for more than hour before they let us in. All the girls were made up and dressed up in colors (white is not allowed on screen). We stood outside the doors to the actual studio for another hour. Paris Hilton was the special guest. I knew next to nothing about the top 10 songs that were being played (sad, considering how much I used to watch MTV in high school). Basically, we clapped and cheered. During the commercial breaks, the PR person picked some audience members to dance. Then whoever danced the best got a MTV t-shirt. It was rather interesting.

The thing about MTV is that its formula is great. It successfully has established itself as an icon for teenagers–the rebellion, the mainstream, the celebrities. I bought into it, but now that I am older, I can\’t buy into the bright flashing colors and the shallowness of the \”so what\’s your favorite song?\” and eating contests to win concert tickets.

Once in a lifetime kind of deal I guess. Never again. I\’ll do the SNL or Conan O\’Brien show if I ever come back to NYC and want to attend a tv taping.

But no more MTV. Although I have to admit I do like watching Made – only because I like watching failures turn into success even if it\’s contrived.