Not my week

This was the one week each year where I have my nose rubbed in what a geek I am--one of a pitiful handful of American males who did not view the Super Bowl, or the network's hottest examples of the art of persuasion, or the regrettable "wardrobe malfunction" by a certain hootchy-kootchy star. What a kafuffle! As if a momentary nippleflash could unravel the moral fiber of a nation enjoying the spectacle of pituitary monsters and crazed armored cyborgs pounding each other into jelly. Haven't they heard of video games? As for Ms. Jackson, anyone who has raised a child in the MTV age has already seen more of her person than any person other than a significant other should. This could never have happened on the radio.