Please explain to me why this is such a big deal. Is it because we still haven’t accepted that-- gasp-- women have breasts? Is it because she’s famous and it’s exciting to see a famous semi-naked breast that isn’t attached to a porn star and/or Demi Moore? Didn’t we already know Janet was augmented and pierced? Is it really that big a deal that we got to see proof? Is this getting so much coverage (no pun intended) because it’s been a slow news week and Madonna is holed up penning another children’s book?
What annoys the crap out of me is the claim that it was “an accident.” Give me a break. It was a staged display of semi-nudity (if you can tear your gaze away from Janet’s silcone-and-metal-enhanced breast, you will notice the snaps on the outfit that allowed the baring of her boobage) designed to stimulate some talk about the careers of a flagging pop star and one trying to change his baby-faced image. Yawn. Boring.
I want equality. I want Justin’s (or better, Nelly’s) pants to have a rip-away front. I want men to realize they are being marginalized because they insist on wearing baggy, unattractive clothing that leaves everything to the imagination. It’s time for you guys to take a stand! Strip down! Go public! Make the news! The poor guy who danced around in his g-string didn’t get any attention at all. That’s just wrong. Next time, he should ditch the g-string. Carrying Janet Jackson across the field might increase his air-time, too.
Now, who wants to talk about the truly accidental nudity after the playoff game a couple weeks ago? Oh… don’t know about that one, huh? I wonder why?
I haven’t written anything of any quality or substance this week, either here or for the deadlines I’ve been hoping to meet. Very disheartening and mostly my fault for being so distracted lately. As I stagger exhausted, aggravated and injured into February, I’m hoping life will improve.
Bye-bye January. You won’t be missed.
Things I Hate:
--Getting up early on a Saturday morning to come to work.
--Getting up early on a Saturday morning to do pretty much anything.
--Getting up early.
--What my hair looks like when I get up in the morning.
--What I look like when I get up in the morning.
--Mornings.
That is all.
Tired, grumpy and a feeling a little aggravated at the world right now. Hopefully I’ll wake up in a better mood. Then again, I have to wake up early to go to work, so what are the odds my mood will improve? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Check back tomorrow for another thrilling episode of my life, where the sarcasm is free and I’m easy.*
*That was, of course, me being sarcastic. I’m not easy. Much.
While the rest of the world sleeps, I ponder the important questions of my life.
--Is it okay to want the Carolina Panthers to win the Super Bowl just because I used to live in South Carolina? Also, I like their mascot better.
--Is it wrong to miss a one-season television show desperately? Is it crazy to believe Jeremy Piven would be my soul mate if only he knew who I was? Is it possible they will someday release those few episodes of Cupid on DVD?
--Is it silly to consider voting for John for president? I don’t mean John Kerry, either. Maybe Jeremy could be his running mate. Gotta say, I think Jeremy and John would be fun to hang with, in or out of the White House.
--Is it possible to donate money to PETA without having to receive their magazine filled with sad, tragic stories I feel compelled to read and then cry over?
--Is Friendster cool or geeky? The person who invited me to join is cool, and yet I feel like a geek for signing up.
--Is it weird that I already knew my Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon before checking out this very cool University of Virginia Computer Science site? Actually, I’m only three degrees from Kevin. My friend John (no, not Kerry or Cusack) was in No Way Out with Kevin Costner, who was in JFK with Kevin Bacon. We’re practically family.
--Is it a coincidence that insomnia and insanity are such similar words?
Life. Love. Writing. Friendship.
Sex. Books. Movies. Travel. Politics. Feminism. Academia. Insomnia. Rants. Raves. Chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Some names have been changed, some stories have been embellished. Thanks for stopping by and beware of the dog. Read more...
