There are a few award shows I’ve come to avoid like the plague. My age has finally caught up with me and since I can’t reach into the television set to shake some sense into people I don’t like to upset myself unnecessarily. Regrettably I watched this year’s Video Music Awards and it took no time at all for me to wish that I hadn’t. What the VMA confirmed for me is that wealth, nor success, brings maturity. Maturity comes with age, hard work, heartbreak and a few hard knocks that make you sit back and re-evaluate your choices. Most of the young participants being honored at the VMA still have a whole lot of growing up to do. Calling out your ex-boyfriend for being your ex-boyfriend is what you do in high school. And even then it looks childish and stupid. An expensive, pretty dress won’t mask bad behavior so why would you want to remind everyone that you’ve gone through half the boy bands in the country and are regularly dumped like the locker room tramp? Yo