Monday, February 3, 2020

Halftime--Super Bowl

I can't believe it's been more than two months since I've posted on my blog!  Wow!  Tempus Fugit--time flies.  There has been a lot to say and I've thought about much.  I just haven't had a lot of time--or engerney [sic].  Perhaps later this week; with my February column finished and classes starting to roll smoothly, I'll have opportunities to post.  We'll see.

In the meantime, I watched very little of the Super Bowl.  I really have little interest.  I don't remember many, if any, of the commercials.  Someone told me a 30-second spot cost more than $5 million.  I think it's safe to say I haven't earned close to half of that in 50+ years of working.  I believe in free enterprise, but to spend that much money for commercials seems obscene to me.  But it's not my money and I don't begrudge anyone theirs.

I saw maybe five minutes of the halftime "show."  That was more than enough.  Almost immediately I thought, "This is borderline pornography."  I admit I might just be an old fogy, lost in decades past with their notions of decency.  I admit I never heard of that Shaka (?) performer.  (It wasn't Shaka Khan!)  As for Jennifer Lopez, I've certainly heard her name, but can't name a single song or movie or whatever she's done.  And if shown her photograph, I'm sure I couldn't identify it as her. 

What was with the scantily-clad women?  Of course, even on prime time television that's pretty much become de rigueur, hasn't it--women and sometimes men with few clothes.  But in the few minutes I watched, there was a stripper's pole, innumerable sexual gestures, and, I guess, more.  Several women much younger than I at yoga this AM expressed how bad this show was, citing the "sexy"nature of it.  The short time I was in the car today, three different radio hosts remarked at this, too.

One of the radio hosts opined that "many parents" probably sent their kids out of the room during the halftime show.  I doubt that.  My guess is that, considering what's on television and in movies, most of them thought nothing of the show, certainly nothing indecent.  I hope I'm wrong.

More, to me, is to wait for the reaction to the women's groups.  I would guess some women might see the antics of these two women and their casts as "empowering."  I find that laughable.  How many years have these same women protested against the objectification, the demeaning of females?  Where is the #MeToo movement on this?  After all, didn't the doo-gooders (and I do mean "doo") force the Miss America Pageant to eliminate the swimsuit competition?  (I'm not certain about that, but think it's so.)  

How hypocritical!  In the end, I don't care what those Hollywood-types wear--or don't wear.  I suppose diligent parents can control what their kids watch.  But for those women's groups to remain silent in the face of such as the Super Bowl halftime show is the height of hypocrisy.  It reminds me  of how they claimed Bill Clinton was the "first feminist President."  Yeah, sure.  Ask Paula Jones, Juanita Broaddrick, Leslie Millwee, and Kathleen Willey.  Clinton's hypocritical defenders called these accusers "tramps," hinting at "trailer trash."  The politics of convenience.  I know, I know.  "But that's different."

If, for various reasons, protest groups boycott Chick-Fil-A and Hobby Lobby (boycotts which I find stupid), shouldn't we expect a women's boycott of Pepsi, the sponsor of this halftime show?  Don't hold your breath.  People show an increasing tendency toward situational and selective "outrage."


3 comments:

Mark said...

I hated the half-time show on several levels. I thought it over-the-top trashy and agree with your comments about the blatant sexuality, but also hugely boring. I wouldn't go out of my way to listen to either of those women sing. I take that back, sort of. I would go out of my way NOT to hear them sing. Mark

Jerry said...

Well said it seems that sports along with many other things in this country have lost their way

Big Man said...

I did not see much of the show , do not like the music so much.