Monday, February 02, 2004
Early talk today revolved around the Superbowl and Janet's breast. On the Drudge Report there's a close-up of her gland. The pasty is actually, what looks to be, an elaborate nipple piercing. It's amazing how easily I got sucked in. The assertions that the exposure was accidental are hilarious and point to just how little trouble people in the media have lying to millions.
That last sentence made me sound like I secretly have some kind of counter-cultural manifesto hidden somewhere on this site.
It's not finished, yet.
Anyway all four of us were in the basement together eating sandwiches and watching football. We weren't all watching football. I spent some of the time getting up to help Allie assemble a flower wand so she could help Barbie return an enchanted forest to its original, blossom covered splendor. Debbie was reading the paper. Julia sat in her bouncy seat and seemed to enjoy watching the game while she secreted drool over everything she could get her hands on.
It was family time. The perfect time for Janet's boob to pop out.
Don't get me wrong. I'm only slightly sarcastic. I wasn't calling my local CBS affiliate complaining about a quarter second of partial nudity. It wasn't a big deal. After all, I don't think Allie would sit up in bed, screaming for her mommy or daddy, because she dreamt Janet Jackson's boob was chasing her through the woods. However watching someone beat, shoot or stab somebody else every night during prime time is a different matter.
There is no point to be made. We can all recognize hype. The Superbowl is one of our nation's finest examples of taking something of little or no consequence and turning it into an event important enough to provoke some Boston residents to minor acts of vandalism.
Whether or not these New England hooligans are smashing street lights because of Janet's boob is a question that probably will never be answered. However I suspect CBS's decision not to air footage of the half-time streaker is what lies at the heart of the matter.