The Super Bowl half-time Show proves all is not lost in America

Despite the familiar variations on the gender theme, with which Americans are assaulted on a daily basis, the half-time show at the Super Bowl on Sunday night proves that nothing has really changed in thousands of years; women love to please men and men love to be tantalized by women, especially beautiful and talented women.  

This year's half-time show was a spectacle, they always are, but given the ever-present radical feminist movement, the #MeToo phenomenon,  and the power of the LGBT community, all of which have seemed to become more and more influential in our culture, some things never change and never will. This particular extravaganza starred Jennifer Lopez  and Shakira.  Lopez is 50, gorgeous and a phenomenally talented actress, singer and dancer.  Shakira is almost equally as talented  and a bit younger at 41.  This show, to put it mildly, showcased both women's female sexuality to the point of being soft porn.  The audience clearly loved it.  So for one evening, political correctness, all that wokeness requires, was tossed out the window in favor of sexualized entertainment of the kind the ancient Greeks would have loved. 

There were no silly pink hats protesting misogyny, white privilege, or the objectification of women.  With football comes the nation's permissible reversion to the culture of fun and traditional gender roles, even when they border on the carnal.  It is hard to imagine such a half-time show in the 1950s but this one was somehow refreshing for its celebration of blatant sexuality unhindered by the dictates of political correctness, that seemingly all-powerful system of Orwellian speech control.  There have been numerous tacky half-time productions, "costume malfunctions," and many examples of poor taste but this one was in keeping with every Las Vegas production that never fell for or adapted to any of the current rules of acceptable gender roles that decry the objectification of women.  These shows still play to packed audiences in Vegas, a city almost unchanged by the cultural decrees that prevail in the "woke" rules of the day everywhere else.  It is fairly safe to say that hundreds of those male swamp dwellers from D.C. enjoy those shows when in Vegas while paying lip service to the feminists and those on the #MeToo  bandwagon.  If JFK or his brother Ted, or LBJ, were alive today, not to mention the very living Bill Clinton, they would of course, for political reasons, be touting all the correct directives mandated by the loudest cultural warriors but it would have not for one minute altered their own private personal behavior as we all know.  Ted was wholly responsible for the death of a young woman but to his end was heralded as a fighter for women's rights.  In fact he was a user and abuser of women, as was Bill Clinton. 

There was something wonderful about this year's half-time show.  It was a testament to the fact that despite the intolerant strictures the left, those rules social justice warriors impose on us all, some things never change.  The talent, exuberance and fanfare of this year's half-time show was like a shot of good, old-fashioned fun, America's true nature: our love of freedom, our celebration of talent, and our subterranean contempt for the left's attempt to curtail joy in all its forms.  

Those two women and all the dancers who accompanied them on stage were amazing. They have all spent their lives developing their dance skills.  It would be interesting to know if any dancers refused to participate in such a display of the sexual objectification of women.  Probably not one.  They have all worked hard at their skill and talent, they want to work, and they put on a terrific show.  This show was a poke in the eye of every radical feminist, every proponent of  the scourge of "white privilege," and every gender theorist who says there are more than two genders.  We can all embrace our friends and family members who are gay without disavowing the glory and joy of heterosexuality that propagates the survival of our species.  Hats off to Jennifer Lopez and Shakira.  They did what they do best without capitulating to the gender politics of the day. 

Image credit: NFL, via shareable YouTube, screen shot

Despite the familiar variations on the gender theme, with which Americans are assaulted on a daily basis, the half-time show at the Super Bowl on Sunday night proves that nothing has really changed in thousands of years; women love to please men and men love to be tantalized by women, especially beautiful and talented women.  

This year's half-time show was a spectacle, they always are, but given the ever-present radical feminist movement, the #MeToo phenomenon,  and the power of the LGBT community, all of which have seemed to become more and more influential in our culture, some things never change and never will. This particular extravaganza starred Jennifer Lopez  and Shakira.  Lopez is 50, gorgeous and a phenomenally talented actress, singer and dancer.  Shakira is almost equally as talented  and a bit younger at 41.  This show, to put it mildly, showcased both women's female sexuality to the point of being soft porn.  The audience clearly loved it.  So for one evening, political correctness, all that wokeness requires, was tossed out the window in favor of sexualized entertainment of the kind the ancient Greeks would have loved. 

There were no silly pink hats protesting misogyny, white privilege, or the objectification of women.  With football comes the nation's permissible reversion to the culture of fun and traditional gender roles, even when they border on the carnal.  It is hard to imagine such a half-time show in the 1950s but this one was somehow refreshing for its celebration of blatant sexuality unhindered by the dictates of political correctness, that seemingly all-powerful system of Orwellian speech control.  There have been numerous tacky half-time productions, "costume malfunctions," and many examples of poor taste but this one was in keeping with every Las Vegas production that never fell for or adapted to any of the current rules of acceptable gender roles that decry the objectification of women.  These shows still play to packed audiences in Vegas, a city almost unchanged by the cultural decrees that prevail in the "woke" rules of the day everywhere else.  It is fairly safe to say that hundreds of those male swamp dwellers from D.C. enjoy those shows when in Vegas while paying lip service to the feminists and those on the #MeToo  bandwagon.  If JFK or his brother Ted, or LBJ, were alive today, not to mention the very living Bill Clinton, they would of course, for political reasons, be touting all the correct directives mandated by the loudest cultural warriors but it would have not for one minute altered their own private personal behavior as we all know.  Ted was wholly responsible for the death of a young woman but to his end was heralded as a fighter for women's rights.  In fact he was a user and abuser of women, as was Bill Clinton. 

There was something wonderful about this year's half-time show.  It was a testament to the fact that despite the intolerant strictures the left, those rules social justice warriors impose on us all, some things never change.  The talent, exuberance and fanfare of this year's half-time show was like a shot of good, old-fashioned fun, America's true nature: our love of freedom, our celebration of talent, and our subterranean contempt for the left's attempt to curtail joy in all its forms.  

Those two women and all the dancers who accompanied them on stage were amazing. They have all spent their lives developing their dance skills.  It would be interesting to know if any dancers refused to participate in such a display of the sexual objectification of women.  Probably not one.  They have all worked hard at their skill and talent, they want to work, and they put on a terrific show.  This show was a poke in the eye of every radical feminist, every proponent of  the scourge of "white privilege," and every gender theorist who says there are more than two genders.  We can all embrace our friends and family members who are gay without disavowing the glory and joy of heterosexuality that propagates the survival of our species.  Hats off to Jennifer Lopez and Shakira.  They did what they do best without capitulating to the gender politics of the day. 

Image credit: NFL, via shareable YouTube, screen shot