As we all saw in that Martin Bashir documentary many years ago, Michael Jackson's interior decorating style is Vegas rococco with Peter Pan flourishes, a vague sense of video arcade, and mountains of Howard-Hughes-ian shut-in clutter. Parts of his Neverland Ranch were so filled with knick-knacks, portraits, and creepy statuary that it looked like the end of Citizen Kane as filtered through Ripleys Believe It Or Not, with Jackson at the center whispering "I'm flying!" through his  sequin mask instead of "Rosebud."

Now Jackson is  selling off some of his prized Neverland Ranch possessions at auction, and while all of them reveal a sliver of Jackson's psyche—his inflated ego/love of aviator sunglasses, (oil painting, $1000-$2000)


his stunted emotional development/use of electric cars (Electric Car with Peter Pan detailing, $4000-$6000)

—there is one item that showcases in no uncertain terms Michael Jackson's total disconnect with reality: Jackson's MTV 1985 Video Music Award, priced at $6000-$8000.


That's right: Jackson has been sitting atop his piles of posessions high above the earth for so long, and buffered himself against the world with masks and blankets so well that he doesn't even realize that MTV Awards are utterly worthless. You can't even recoup the smelting costs on those things. No one's going to pay $6000 for an old VMA, no matter who won it—especially when they can get a Michael Jackson robot head owned by Michael Jackson for $2000. If Michael Jackson had even the thinnest tether to reality anymore, he would know that VMA statues are only worth about as much as a mid-level toothbrush holder, since that's what they are.