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Sunday's not so super bowl
Feb. 5th, 2007 11:47 amLast year I was all about the nacho fest that is the Super Bowl. We had friends over and we stuffed ourselves silly and I kept track of how many commercials were gendered stereotypes in full color. This year I wasn't in the mood, but thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alizarin71's company, I got to be part of the National Masculinity and Patriotism Indoctrination Show. Trucks. Large men running into each other like tanks. Men named Tank. Fireworks, airline jets, flags. Rah fucking rah. And I still stuffed myself silly. Sour cream is glorious. What was pleasantly surprising was the dearth of exploitative commercials. There was an insipid Jessica Simpson ad for Pizza Hut, in which she proclaims cheez-ee buds pizza are her one true love. Poor girl. The Bud Light commercials continue to spend more money than a small third world nation on ads promoting stupid men and the "gender divide." A bright spot, shockingly, was Kevin Federline's ad for something financial. It was cheesey and entertaining and well scripted for a financial ad. Well done, Mr. Federline! (Okay, maybe he doesn't yet deserve that much respect.)
All of the commercials, though, did not make sitting through the tedium of football worthwhile. But the half-time show did. What is about as far from masculine as you can get? PRINCE. That's who! That man is as queer as queer can be - and he's heterosexual! I'm sure there were red-blooded, football loving, cheap beer-swilling, big truck driving men scratching their heads during the half-time show wondering where the hell the Pussycat Dolls or Bruce Springsteen or at least some dorky boyband were. I mean, something at least passingly Straight. Ah, Prince. He is a genius and I love him so. That man can sing. And what's not to love about the gayest straight man ever, 5'2" wearing glittery pantsuits and stack heels, rocking out on a guitar in the shape of some arcane symbol?
alizarin71's company, I got to be part of the National Masculinity and Patriotism Indoctrination Show. Trucks. Large men running into each other like tanks. Men named Tank. Fireworks, airline jets, flags. Rah fucking rah. And I still stuffed myself silly. Sour cream is glorious. What was pleasantly surprising was the dearth of exploitative commercials. There was an insipid Jessica Simpson ad for Pizza Hut, in which she proclaims cheez-ee buds pizza are her one true love. Poor girl. The Bud Light commercials continue to spend more money than a small third world nation on ads promoting stupid men and the "gender divide." A bright spot, shockingly, was Kevin Federline's ad for something financial. It was cheesey and entertaining and well scripted for a financial ad. Well done, Mr. Federline! (Okay, maybe he doesn't yet deserve that much respect.) All of the commercials, though, did not make sitting through the tedium of football worthwhile. But the half-time show did. What is about as far from masculine as you can get? PRINCE. That's who! That man is as queer as queer can be - and he's heterosexual! I'm sure there were red-blooded, football loving, cheap beer-swilling, big truck driving men scratching their heads during the half-time show wondering where the hell the Pussycat Dolls or Bruce Springsteen or at least some dorky boyband were. I mean, something at least passingly Straight. Ah, Prince. He is a genius and I love him so. That man can sing. And what's not to love about the gayest straight man ever, 5'2" wearing glittery pantsuits and stack heels, rocking out on a guitar in the shape of some arcane symbol?