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February 01, 2004

Race to the Bottom

CBS Apologizes for Jackson's Exposure

CBS apologized on Sunday for an unexpectedly R-rated end to its Super Bowl halftime show, when singer Justin Timberlake tore off part of Janet Jackson top, exposing her breast.


It was unclear whether Timberlake intended to expose Jackson's breast.

Unclear, my ass. It was planned. Why else was she* wearing a pastie? Was Janet planning on going pole dancing after the half?

pic via yahoo

What is the deal with the Jackson's penchant for filth?

* I'm not convinced Janet Jackson is real. Given Michael's penchant for surgery, this "Janet" could be nothing more than strategically placed silicone and shoe polish.

Posted by Bigwig at February 1, 2004 10:54 PM | TrackBack
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> Unclear, my ass. It was planned. Why else was she* wearing a pastie?

What? Don't women lounge around in such attire?

Posted by: Andy Freeman at February 2, 2004 12:09 AM

Yeah, that's what my "Playboy Guide to Being a Man" says. It's right here on page 57. "Women, when not cooking, cleaning, washing, etc., for their man, will always be found tanning nude on the veranda or watching TV while wearing exciting lingerie, sexy nighties or pasties and G-strings." I tend to believe ol' Hef since I've seen pictures of him at his mansion and all the women there are dressed like that. He would never lie to us men just to sell magazines, now would he?

Posted by: EL-ahrairah at February 2, 2004 12:32 AM

My sister called me after the game and asked if I watched the half-time show. We didn't as my fellow revelers and I were entertaining the late arrivers by replaying the really good commercials from the first half recorded on the Tivo. She told me about this "incident" but she wasn't sure she actually saw what she thought saw. I frame-by-framed it and confirmed it - strictly as a public service.

I suppose she and Justin felt they needed to out-shock the Brittney/Christina/Madonna thing from MTV VMA's with a little dry butt humpin and a boobie eruption.

Looks like they've hit the newswires.

Posted by: MojoMark at February 2, 2004 01:38 AM

I'm really thrilled that I won't feel free to watch the Superbowl with my infant son until he's about 12.

Honest to God, I know I'm a conservative crank and all, but does MTV have to porn up everything it touches? I don't have any problems with porn, but you gotta keep the stuff compartmentalized. Sex belongs in the bedroom. Or in the kitchen if the kids are out of the house. But you don't throw it in the face of all the little kids watching the show, and how 'bout the adults who really don't care to see it just then either?

And it wasn't even in any kind of a normal, sex-occurring-in-everyday-human-relations context. It was in the context of a completely S&M-upped song and dance routine. Was it just me, or did anyone else get that "wow, I just woke up in a San Fran bathhouse" feel from the leather bondage gear & G-string outfits of Janet's dancers? Really. If she was going to inflict something like normal sexuality on us, fine - but that was all fetishized, wierd sex stuff.

I had a chat with a friend in the office today. The thing that Hollywierd doesn't get, the reason everybody even slightly right leaning hates their guts, is that they are opposed to anything like common decency. Those of us who are plenty conservative will pass judgement on others, but we're basically tolerant. Live and let live, keep government out of my wallet, I'll keep them off your back. Hollywierd, on the other hand... they aren't going to rest until they can shake their collective bare ass in your face, and by God, you'll like it too, or they will do it some more. It's not enough to tolerate their penchant for depravity, you are supposed to embrace it and celebrate it.


Posted by: Blackavar at February 2, 2004 08:51 AM

It's not a pastie, it's a piece of jewelry through her piercing. Euwww.

Posted by: Kris Hasson-Jones at February 2, 2004 01:56 PM

Was there a football game? For some reason I can't even remember who was playing. I guess pierced boobies are dancing through my head (dancing to "Nasty Boys" of course).

Posted by: Woundwort at February 5, 2004 05:47 PM
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