It's all My Fault
Okay, I'll fess up and take the blame. I'm the man responsible for the fiasco that occurred this past Sunday during the Super Bowl. The resulting "wardrobe malfunction" can be solely attributed to my doing. I thought that the halftime show of the Super Bowl lacked, how shall we say it, any redeeming value, either entertainment wise of otherwise. In fact, I think the most interesting aspect of these half time theatrics are the other networks and their attempts to lure the audience away from the usual pomp and circumstance that proliferates during the long and dreaded break in the action. So, I figured what could keep an audience of, from what advertisers must assume are predominantly older, impotent males with little or now sense of humor that extends beyond the most foul and base in nature, tuned into a halftime show populated with played out hip-hop acts, an ego-maniacal rap/rock superstar, and an aimless, directionless boy-toy better than the glimpse of a breast, a real, naked breast. It's a brilliant idea, and I'm to blame. It was my idea because that's what it would take to keep me watching this garbage.

p.s. I didn't actually see the pasty covered breast. No, I was watching CNN to see the commercial CBS rejected as being too controversial from Moveon.org . So, let me get this straight, it's okay to see a glimpse of a breast amidst a steamy half time routine, but it's altogether inappropriate to show an ad that is political in nature advocating (1) voting in general (2) getting our current administration out of office? Oh, and did I mention the fact that the other commercials were primarily devoted to sex? If it wasn't multiple treatments for erectile dysfunctions, it was lame beer ads, one with a man getting his pubic hair waxed off, another with a talking monkey implying sexual intercourse with a woman, and a third with horse flatulence searing off the hair of a woman after being ignited? Politics is too controversial, but this detritus isn't?