Apart from the fact that it wasn't even nekkid, now Federal Communications Commission (FCC) head Michael Powell (Colin's son) is taking a leaf from John Ashcroft's book and promises to investigate. Isn't it bad enough that the Attorney General is obsessing about scantily clothed statues and demonic calico cats? Does the chief media regulator start having to act like some hardshell Baptist caricature of a Puritanic fanatic?
Her boob wasn't even naked!!!
Billmon has a standout post on this non-incident, including a headline (apparently now changed at the original story site) about no "titillation" being allowed at the Super Bowl.
How many obnoxious beer ad campaigns have been born at the Super Bowl? How many Swedish bikini teams, mud-wrestling underwear models, pneumatic fantasy dates just dying for a name-brand light beer? How many close ups have we seen of wriggling cheerleaders just one button away from completely popping out of their "uniforms"?
We could reasonably rename it the T&A Bowl.
But let a real, unairbrushed breast actually wave free for one shuddering moment of unscripted exhibitionism, and suddenly we've got a full-blown Puritan hissy fit on our hands. Oh, to think of all those tender young viewers out there in NFL America, exposed to such filth at such an early age! Where's Cotton Mather when you really need him?
How dare they spoil something so wholesome as a game where strong, heavy men crash into each others' bodies repeatedly at full force and at high speeds by injecting something so dangerous to public morals as an almost-fully-exposed female breast?
Well, I don't care how goofy the world gets. The feds ain't taking my almanac. And they ain't gittin' my calico cat, neither!!
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