Janet Jackson - nasty as she wants to be - not impressedFeb 03 '04 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line When I tune in for a football game, I really do not want to see Janet's boob.
“Gosh mom. That woman’s boob really stinks.” I must say that my kid really summed things up about Superbowl 38. After he told me that Janet’s boob stinks, Caleb said that no one is talking about the BIG game. This kid followed the Panthers from the beginning. His whole room is covered with pictures, posters, jerseys (only the ones too small now—bigger ones that fit, he rotates as fast as I can wash them), and even hand towels given out locally with the black Panther head and the good news that our local team was going all the way. The only thing that really ticked Caleb off BEFORE the big boob display was that so many people became fans only AFTER the Panthers made it to the Super Bowl. He was “thick and thin” and found it pretty disillusioning that “fans” who never gave a darn about football before and about his Panthers suddenly sported shirts and stuck those cheesy flags on their mini vans. “Why do they like them now when they didn’t like them before?” he asked. All I can say is that people love you when you’re up, and geez kid . . . I’m sorry you’re going to have to pay more for your cards and jerseys. That’s just how life goes. Caleb was pumped up to see the game. This was a BIG DEAL here. We bought a pork shoulder from the local Shag Club (a southern beach dance group) and fried up home potatoes and boiled fresh green beans. Grandma made a pecan pie, and I made a pound cake. In the south, when you celebrate, you eat. It doesn’t take much to think up a reason to have some good food, but Super Bowl with a Carolina team in the game means a little extra. We were fat city, I can tell you. The first half of the game wasn’t all that great. Excuse me for being rather blunt. When you have two defensive giants holding back the scores, that’s something but not all that exciting. My kid is hanging on every block and every yard not gained. I’m kind of thinking about another pork sandwich with NC vinegar BBQ sauce. I measure the world more in terms of what happened versus what didn’t. Then, it’s time to stop the clock . . . I don’t care what they do at halftime, there are a heck of a lot of people that are going to hit the john, get some food, or take a nap. If we wanted “culture,” we’d be down at the local theatre seeing a show or clicking over to PBS. This is football night, and all those Billy-Joe chopper, fartie horse, and get-it-up commercials and the MTV masturabatorie dance routines including the famous Janet-the-boob shot are not that interesting. Caleb headed out to the dad-person’s house (he and I co-parent), because Caleb got it in his head that it’s good luck for him to watch the Panther games over there at his dad’s apartment . Also, Caleb wanted to spend the night over there and go to school fifteen minutes later than I can mange on my college schedule. There is something to be said for a few extra minutes of sleep. I can’t go off about my kid seeing the highlight of Superbowl 2004. He was on the road—all one mile of it. It wouldn’t have been that big a deal if he had seen a breast anyway. Heck, this was a breastfed boy. It wasn’t that great for him. He almost starved before I switched him to a bottle at 3 months. So, we’re not talking about a household where everyone gets in an uproar about what God gave us naturally. They do have a function, they do appeal to many men, they just are. That doesn’t mean that I appreciate Janet Jackson getting Justin Timberlake to take a grab at her shirt. It’s one thing to get all hot and bothered at home with someone you love and another to go all nasty like that on TV. And, yes it was nasty. I don’t care if Janet is pretty, talented, and smart. She is a visitor in my home when she’s on national TV on Superbowl night, and she doesn’t need to spit on my floor. If you check on Epinions for thoughts on this episode in American history, you’ll see that the lead voices want to bash anyone who is prudish enough to object to Janet-boobs. They figure that anyone who thinks that a nipple star is in bad taste on national TV when the family is grubbing on pork shoulder must be repressed, depressed, and oppressed. Folks who just want to watch the game must be suffering from anal-itis if they can’t just “get over” getting a flash of skin when they tuned in for pigskin while eating pork on a bun. Now, I must also note that I’ve seen a heck of a lot of commenting going down in this same Epinions space about how parents ought to monitor what the kiddies watch on TV. Any TV show or movie that might send some people turning the other cheek is fair game for bashing on grounds of prudishness. Then, I see this game (and boob) on TV, and I have to say: “Well, some parents do find this objectionable, and it’s on national TV and during prime time.” How the heck can you fault parents for letting the kids stay up to watch some football? It’s not like they had them up past bedtime even. And, how can you suggest that your own values that allow for naked boobs be pushed off on parents that don’t feel the same? Just because my kids have seen some for whatever reason does not mean that they need to be shoved in the faces of the parents that have a boob-ban going. No. I don’t think that Janet’s boob will pervert my kid. In fact, he did not even see it. But, that doesn’t mean that I support her right to flash on national television. It was one heck of a publicity stunt, and it did get everyone talking about Janet and Jason. I’m sure that was the whole point, and it did work. This game will surely go down as the game where Janet got nasty and where Justin copped a feel. Really, doesn’t he have enough going on in his life? Caleb did sum it up when he said the whole thing stinks. It really was a great football game after that slow first half. If Janet hadn’t been so bent on stealing the whole show, then we would all be talking about that big touchdown by the Panthers that put them on top and the Patriots kick that ended it all. There would be the “what if” and the “if only” commentary that would charge the sports guys and girls for weeks to come. My kid would be in his prime talking about the game though he is not going to have much to add on the breast. Didn’t see it. Didn’t want to. Didn’t care. Wants to talk some football. Geez. He’s a kid. And, his mom would let him look at National Geographic if he wanted to. A breast is not a big deal here, and he’s still trying to figure out why it’s the only thing in the media on the game he loved from play one and wants to chat up with friends. It’s hard for me to explain why that boob shot becomes more important than the game. It shouldn’t, but it has. Try telling a kid why that is the case. The whole thing does stink. I had to agree with my son. If Janet wants to bare it all, then she needs to call Playboy or Penthouse. If Justin wants to rip clothes off women, then he needs to check some of the porn film opportunities or enroll in sensitivity training and get over his strange. They (Janet and Jason) have every right to do their own things but not on my time and not on national television. It’s football or was supposed to be. Some folks may bash that, and they can have at it. It’s a violent game that doesn’t allow space for gender equality. Really, how many women do you know that play the game? Hit it any way you want. Bash. Crash. Talk junk. But, football was on the docket, and it was the plan of the evening. That’s what we tuned in for around here. We’ll talk some football, but don’t expect this family to talk naked boobs. That was not listed in TV Guide. That was not the game plan. That was not nice and not appreciated. That really was just nasty.  |
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