I just finished reading Honeymoon in Purdah: An Iranian Journey by Alison Wearing. After spending several months traveling around Iran cloaked in the compulsory chador, Wearing ends up at the house of a Canadian embassy worker, whose teenage kids are watching MTV. Here's her impression:
Stick figures prancing around in their underwear humping the air....it's not just the clothes or the lack of clothes or the grinding or the gyrating or the pouffed-out hair or the ass out as far as it can go or anything. It's the look on their faces. I had forgotten how women look when they spend their lives trying to be sexy. I had forgotten how lonely it looks. How painful it is to watch.