I Love The "I Love The..."

by Halcyon

It’s true.
I *heart* VH1.

There was a time when I was young and blue-balled that I would have gagged - not only on a spoon – but on the thought of watching VH1.

I mean, VH1 was the lame-ass home of Stevie Nicks and Sting. A lukewarm stew of soft rock and non-offensive melodies. NOBODY cool would watch that.

But something changed.
Sometime around the time that MTV sold its musical soul to reality TV, I grew into the VH1 demographic.

“Pop-Up Video” was probably the first taste of VH1 brilliance. But the “I love the 70s” and “I love the 80’s” shows are truly audio-visual heaven.

Television has finally realized it’s true potential.

VH1 has re-constructed my childhood memories and packaged each year into a 30 minute capsule.

Do you realize what this means!?

No longer do I have to use moderation when using brain cell destroying drugs.

No longer to I have to worry about amnesia when hitting myself in the head with a bat.

VH1 has kept a video diary of my childhood -- a “hard drive backup” of my youth.

Should I ever need to remember something I’ve forgotten (or re-program a clone) I can just watch the appropriate episode.

I suppose it is *somewhat* scary that so many of my childhood memories can be traced back to commercials, TV shows, and popular toys. But they have always been my closest friends, anyways.

I suppose if I know that they will be making a “I love the 90’s”, “2000s”, and “2010’s”, then I can stop being such a packrat. I can put away the camera and throw out all the mementos I been keeping. I have peace of mind knowing that VH1 is archiving my life *for* me!

Best yet, I can start huffing gas since I no longer need those brain cells to remember my childhood!

(And if any VH1 employees are reading this, you can use that slogan for a price. Or just wait a few weeks til I’ve forgotten it.)

I *heart* VH1.