If I hear one more reference to a "wardrobe malfunction" I am going to lose it.
It's almost as if broadcasters needed their own catchphrase that could carry the tone of the tried and true "in this post-9/11 world."
Janet Jackson's breast was exposed. For what was little more than a second. Get over it.
It wasn't a life-changing moment. It wasn't the disaster it was purported to be.
It wasn't even that great of a breast.
That any of you would consider this to be some turning point for the broadcast media is, to understate, quite pathetic. Seriously. All of you network censors who lost their shit over this? You're not invited to my birthday party. Fuck you.
Oh yeah, there was a football game tonight. For the first time in about as long as I can remember, I didn't really pay much attention to the game. I was chatting with Alice until the Stones came on and then I watched most of the second half, which was actually a pretty cool way of spending the evening. Also, MacGyver was in a Mastercard commercial, and that was awesome. I was kind of disappointed that the Seahawks lost but I was neither emotionally nor financially (the only game I regret not betting on was Colts-Patriots in the playoffs last year because I was certain of the outcome before kickoff and could have raked in heck of Benjamins due to the fact that I was in a city filled with Patriots detractors ) invested in the game, so whatever.
Oh. Before I forget, take a look at this. It's pretty fucking scary, but it needs to get out there.