So my hubby was off yesterday, and we went to have quesadillas. I ignored you totally to stuff myself with cheese and chicken, in a blouse that encouraged my man to ogle my bosoms. It was a wonderful day; sorry I didn't bring leftovers.
So that's why I waited until today to talk about the Premiere Event in America. No, not the primary election. The Superbowl halftime show!
Seriously, will these idiots ever get it right? I mean, at least twice in a row? I know they're battling back from Janet Jackson's wardrobe malfunction, but to be honest, seeing a tiny flash of Jan's nipple shield wasn't the issue there. The NFL, CBS, and all the assorted people involved thought that Justin Timberlake aggressively stalking her singing about ripping her clothes off was just fine for a family show. I was more horrified by his behavior than hers, especially when he ripped off the pasty. The look on her face didn't suggest hot and sexy; it looked like she was being raped. It was disturbing on a lot of levels.
The Superbowl is supposed to be about celebration. Why can't we get "I Wanna Rock and Roll All Night" or "Living On A Prayer?" How much fun would the Foo Fighters be? Or, to go country, Rascal Flatts would have been a hoot. But Sunday night gave us Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. I've never been his biggest fan, but geez. Slow folk songs in that high, reedy voice does not spell "rockin' the house" to me. Hubby said it was like the easy listening Superbowl.
If they would just ask me about these things, everything would turn out fine.
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I didn't see the show but I am scratching my head over Tom Petty doing a halftime--he looks like he'd rather be out brewing hooch than watching football. But what do I know? And hey, maybe he needs the cash. Like for hair extensions or a new still or something.
He did have some nice flowy hair, now that I think about it. And it's still blonde. Or he's paying a really good colorist.
I have to admit, I liked Tom Petty's halftime show.
And I am not, nor have I ever been, a fan of his. I was just happy that they chose someone who: 1, could actually sing somewhat; 2, sang songs people knew and could understand the words to; and 3, was fully clothed. It looked like Tom even washed his hair with something other than a porkchop for the occasion.
I think the SuperBowl Grand Poobah People In Charge of Music should have to pick an American rock group or individual that has been around at least 10 yrs in order to do halftime.
I KNOW!! Ask me about this stuff, man, I'll tell you how to do it right! Lol.
It wasn't necessarily bad, Missie, just BORING. He seemed very pleasant and glad to be there, which was nice. I hate artists who seem to think they're above the whole thing.
December, do you get to see any of these things in England? I assume that if I can pick up soccer and curling and Japanese game shows here, there's bound to be a sports channel in Britannia.
The Superbowl did air at midnight on BBC1 (live), and if you pay for satellite sports you get the games, but usually they'll do like a "NFL Hour" on Sundays or Mondays, where they present the highlights from a specific game. It's pretty lame.
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