I don't ever watch live television, don't read gossip mags, steer clear of celebrity news, and I don't have time for over-produced popular music and the multi-million dollar stage shows that go with them. And I loathe most music videos. This morning though, after reading a piece about Miley Cyrus, a name I'm familiar without ever knowingly listening to her music or watching her act, I decided I ought to check out this phenomenon of 21st Century popular culture, so I turned to Youtube and had a look at her live show, which is mildly amusing and ironic and all that. About what you'd expect, I guess, from a generation that grew up with Madonna and Lady Gaga. Then I checked out the video Wrecking Ball. 641 million views. How many? 641 MILLION! Okay, that's popular. I watch it, and I'm depressed. Really depressed. Call me a grumpy old man, but I really didn't imagine that 14 years into the 21st Century something like this would be what a generation of young women would be aspiring to. The only positive thing about the experience is to note that the video has registered 1 million negative responses.