Just as communism promises bread to the stone-faced and starving. MTV promises paradise, in a Real World of expense accounts, casual sex, and Hawaiian bungalows. And in its deliberate emptiness, it echoes of loss, of confusion, of quick fixes. The voices of the VJs are monotone, like many of the singers. They say meaningless things earnestly and meaningful things with contempt.
Pop stars call themselves artists, musicians and poets.
In this strange way, nihilism trickled down to the culture and Communism blinded itself to it, having little appeal to the American people on a strictly economic level. There is equality in pop music. It is all the same. It is artistic democracy and the philosophy of soul suicide sold in one brightly colored, hypnotic box. You really can't help but want it, a comforting kind of novacane for the confused adolescent.