Unbelievable as it may be, today marks the four year anniversary of Janet Jackson's notorious nip-slip, a seminal event which ushered in a new (read: ridiculous) movement of media conservatism. Suddenly, practically everything on TV was blurred and bleeped out, evangelical fringe groups were the new taste-makers, and the networks found themselves scrambling to defend benign depictions of teen orgies. (Seriously, they were benign!) On the upside, we did get a nifty new phrase ("wardrobe-malfunction"), and women across the land learned the value of a strategically placed sun ornament on the nipple. So I guess what I'm trying to say is... time flies and radical zealots suck.
Wow, this post certainly turned activisty. I guess that's what happens when I blog on an empty stomach. TO THE KITCHEN I GO!
i hate you for talking me out of cake.
Zira from Planet of the Apes + Mad Max costume designer = Janet Jackson at Superbowl XXXVIII
Cadbury should use that pic for it's print ads.
Bring back Prince and his HUGE guitar.
hb
Is there anything cream eggs can't do?