Worst of all--something that actually offends me--is that Fox commercial in which you see her silhouetted form dancing. Jeebus.
Dude, no doubt. Is there no happy middle ground here? Can we not have some sweater meat with a brain?
This made my morning.
http://www.talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/010647.php
2: I just want the roles to be separate and distinct. If you want to have more action shots of cheerleaders, add 'em. I won't mind. But can we keep the strippers separated from the analyst/journalists?
SCTM- so your aren't taking any sort of principled position, you're just generally favor division of labor and efficient specialization in the labor force?
Does anyone remember that naked internet newscast thing? Is that still a going concern?
Naked News. The front page might even be safe for work; the URL, not so much.
Huh, Naked News is also in Ontario, where Jillian Barberie is from. Suspicious.
I would've found it hugely erotic in eighth grade. As it was, I was slumming with the Victoria's Secret catalog.
5: After much struggle, we've moved from the Madonna/Whore dichotomy to a Madonna/Normal/Whore trichotomy. We shouldn't give up those gains so easily.
12: Wait, I'm lost. In the proposed trichotomy, where do the cheerleaders fall?
10: Football is indeed manly. Whatever the hell San Francisco is playing today is neither. Criminy.
Amen, ogged. I like my sports straight up, no bimbo commentators or cheerleaders shaking their pom poms (or other) into the camera. One thing I've always liked about the Giants and Jets is that they didn't have cheerleaders. Besides the Jets sucking this year bc they suck, they also suck bc they now they have cheerleaders, although the franchise insists they're flag carrieres. They replaced the all-male flag carriers with all-hott-female flag carriers who also shake pom poms and jump up and down during their down time. But don't call them cheerleaders!
Yes, yes, I'm a hetero woman so cheerleaders (or flag carriers add nothing to the game for me. When I watch a game, all I want to see is football: passing, tackling, sacking, the sounds of helmets clashing, a big fat defenseman intercepting a pass and huffing and puffing his way to a heart attack as he hauls himself down the field, etc. It couldn't possibly get any better than that. What more could a person need?
14: Gonna be embarrassing with ogged's boys lose to SF; the second-half collapse will presage the Bears' collapse over the second half of the season.
13: I think it depends on the team. The Cowgirls should act like Madonnas, the Raiderettes ought to act like whores, etc. But really, I'm protesting someone behaving as one and being treated as the other; it mixes the two roles up, and it's just weird and icky.
14: Not only is football not manly, it's not even gay. It's the kind of thing that a gay person who's really bad at being gay might come up with if they were desperately trying to prove that they were not in fact gay.
Josh Marshall, porn fiend.
I'm annoyed by the cheerleaders because it makes watching football seem sleazy and I am obliged to lower my gaze. But I don't want to do that; I just want to see bone-crushing hits.
I'm so glad the Steelers don't have cheerleaders.
I am obliged to lower my gaze.
You're so pure.
Lowering the gaze is so much more civilized than plucking out the eye.
And yay, the vans with loudspeakers on are driving around my neighborhood exhorting me to vote for the Democratic candidate! I love vans with loudspeakers on repeat.
23: Indeed. It would be very distracting to try to watch a football game with your one remaining eye.
16: Ah , horseshit. Why can't I get Bears games here? Baltimore is a fake team; the Redskins are a joke. Give me Bears, fuckers. Fucking Bears.
Hey, happy birthday to Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, while we're at it.
I just want to see bone-crushing hits
I must admit that I first read this as "I just want to see bone-crushinig tits." Guess I have tits on the brain.
Pretty well-trained tits. ('Oh, so that's what the training bras were for!')
I'll give anyone odds on the Niners. I don't think I've ever seen a pro game like this.
Cripes what a beatdown of the Niners.
Give me Bears, fuckers.
What, so you can watch a game that's 41-zip at the half? Record for points in a game is 72, and that was 40 years ago. This is cooler, though:
Most Points, Shutout Victory, Game
66 Rochester vs. Fort Porter, Oct. 10, 1920
64 Philadelphia vs. Cincinnati, Nov. 6, 1934
62 Akron vs. Oorang, Oct. 29, 1922
Oorang!
Time for FOX's halftime show! Watch a college-educated, adult woman do her desparate please-like-me-bc-I-like-football-and-btw-did-you-notice-my-tits? bit. I can't wait.
bone-crushing hits
As I hit 'post' I had this horrifying sense that I had, in fact, typed "bone-crushing tits" which would be really horrible in context.
What, so you can watch a game that's 41-zip at the half?
Well, yeah. I was three when the "Superbowl Shuffle" thing happened. I've put in my time—er, sort of.
so you can watch a game that's 41-zip at the half?
I love games like this. It's that "how bad can it get?" rooting-for-hurricanes feeling.
"The NFL fielded 18 teams, including the new Oorang Indians of Marion, Ohio, an all-Indian team featuring Jim Thorpe, Joe Guyon, and Pete Calac, and sponsored by the Oorang dog kennels. "
I love games like this. It's that "how bad can it get?" rooting-for-hurricanes feeling.
This feeling always leads to disappointment when watching the NCAA tournament games. I'm always thinking "Oh snap! It's 10 minutes into the game and the score is 21-3. I hope it ends up being 84-12." But it never does.
37 is making me want to suck it up and go to a sports bar to catch the second half. GameCast just isn't cutting it.
40: Don't give in. You'll end up rooting for an injury, not the hurricane.
41: No worries; I'm stuck at home, waiting for someone to come by. I do, however, think the idea of the Unfoggedtariat storming into some blogs to set things straight is a hilarious and aweseome idea, if one that's a bit presumptuous.
"Eh. Fuck being presumptuous, let's shoot up the place."
I do, however, think the idea of the Unfoggedtariat storming into some blogs to set things straight is a hilarious and aweseome idea, if one that's a bit presumptuous.
This used to happen all the time with FTP-based chatrooms.
"Hey, we've got about 12 of us in the Malkavians room now! Let's go to a chatroom about knitting or cats or something and totally BLOW THEIR MINDS WITH RANDOMNESS."
Usenet newsgroups too.
I failed to inform you, in 42, that the mentioned storming would feature much rooting-for-injuries, hence the tie-in.
talk about chicks commenting on football reminds me that I once got a marriage proposal from a stranger about it. I was in a bar somewhat tipsily lecturing a friend on how the offensive linemen didn't get enough respect, and they were the heart of the team and should be superstars, and blah blah blah. that's when a drunk guy came up, practically in tears, and was like "will you marry me?"
also, if you knew there was just one girl on a HS football team, would you think that she played...as an offensive lineman?
I had a plan to teach my sister-in-law how to appear to comment knowledgably on football even though she was totally bored by it. I tried to teach her to recognize all and only the situations in which she should say "that's just good special teams play!" it didn't work, but I think the idea was sound.
I know they like their women buxom and dumb
Catered to?! This is all they ask for and Fox only gets this half-right. She's got a microphone for fuck's sake!
One of the Portland OR Rose Festival queens was the placekicker for the Lincoln HS football team. She had to go to some Queen events with a broken foot from football.
Unfortunately, Lincoln did not do well in football that year.
How does Bill Parcells kissing his players -- and apparently opposing players -- in last night's game fit in?
Buxom and dumb assumes there's some interest, one way or the other, in what's in their heads.
19 is both funny and true and can generalize to so many other things ...
50: Sez the guy from the land where throwing a pole is considered a sport.
And not just any pole, but "an impressive, long thick pole."