Actor and singer Jamie Foxx accepting the Generation Award.
Fifteen years from now, if I'm in a fertility doctor's office
and s/he tells me it's impossible for me to bear children, I'll
be able to pinpoint the exact moment that my eggs humpty-
dumpty'd themselves down my lady walls to their death: watching
the 2013 MTV Movie Awards. I know I'm obviously not the show's
target demographic considering that my boo and I spent a decent
potion of yesterday afternoon pulling the three gray hairs out
of my afro, but still, I love watching award shows, so MTV's
should've been right up my alley. Unfortunately, it was not. The
number of shining moments (most of them including host Rebel
Wilson) were overshadowed by boring and/or awkward ones. So, in
order to make sense of everything that happened during the two-
and-a-half-hour telecast, I'm going to break down last night's
best and worst moments in a segment I like to call Lady Boner or
Lady Groaner. The concept is simple. If the moment was as hot
and awesome as a tray