i'm not a prude.

that seems like an awfully curious statement to make to start a blog entry, especially for me. it seems pretty defensive like i'm getting ready to tell you why i'm not a prude. that'll come later, or it may not, i haven't decided yet. anyways, there was a football game on yesterday, the first twenty minutes or so was giving me flashbacks to those baylor-rice debacles i spent my saturday mornings watching as a youngster. no reason to worry though, because it actually turned out to be a hell of a game, the first one i watched from start to finish this year, in fact.

that's not what caused all the buzz around the game, the event, whatever, this morning because the general public decided that a tit, er a breast, was so fascinating so as to detract from the reason everyone was paying attention in the first place. i actually wasn't around for the halftime show, out of all the times i've watched the super bowl, i think i've seen the halftime show exactly one time, the one with U2 where bono was wearing that jacket lined with the american flag, so i didn't see the whole thing.

the whole thing's unfortunate really, a pity, because like i said, the game was tip-top. it's more than a pity actually, it's all pretty ridiculous, the people who are the most pissed about it, because it was indecent or whatever, are just calling more attention to it by complaining. but even they're not as irritating as the milquetoast "progressive" types who crow about it just being a body part. the point that they miss is context, because here's the thing, if i want to see a tit, i know where to look to find one. it doesn't particularly bother me that justin timberlake essentially took off janet jackson's shirt, but there are people who most definitely don't appreciate something like that and i can see how they would be pissed because of the fact that they don't expect to see stuff like that in that particular context. the people complaining are entirely justified in doing so, the only thing they don't realize is that no one cares what they think and people care even less the louder they get.

the one thing the most strident members of both groups have in common is that they've likely never seen one in real life without having to exchange currency for the experience.

feeling: shafted
thinking of: older women
music: "baddest mother f*cker" david allan coe