Posts Tagged ‘superbowl’

Superbowl commercials do tend to further the narrative of men as boorish, stupid, overly obsessed with shitty beer and loyal to a fault to their tortilla chips. Also: Women are just awful, awful people who do nothing but get in the way of men’s joy.

(Assuming this joy is unrelated to The Watching of Boobies, in which case women do a lot to help in commercials – but they could be doing so much more. DAMN YOU, FCC!)

But the general horror-show that is ad agencies’ idea of how men view themselves reached its apex with the seething, dead-eyed rage of the Dodge Charger commercial.

It caught me off-guard at first, because, well, “Man lying in bed with droll narration” could be a lot of things, and frankly I’d tuned out after watching Betty White get tackled anyway. So it took me a moment to realize what was happening here. But by the time the camera shifted to a third dead-eyed (Zach Galafianakus-esque) man’s internal bitterness at a life that asks him to Do Things, I started to pay a little more attention. (See the commercial after the break.) (more…)

Some Notes About the Superbowl

Posted: February 8, 2010 in Braak
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I watched the Superbowl, and had a pretty good time.  I rooted for the men with the blue hats until late in the fourth quarter, when I switched to rooting for the men in the gold hats.  The men in the gold hats won!  I was very happy about that.

Watching the Superbowl, I have had some thoughts that future Superbowl administrators may want to take into consideration.


Here’s the thing about the Superbowl:  some people like it.  It is important to them!  I’ve never really understood this; it’s not like, if one team wins then their quarterback is made king of America.  It’s not like if the Saints win we’ll be guaranteed bountiful harvests for a year.  Shit, at least the fucking GROUNDHOG has CONSEQUENCES.

Since all of my letters to the Government suggesting that the coach of the winning Superbowl team should be given one of Washington DC’s two Senate seats have been returned (UNOPENED, I should add), I have decided to make this guide, for men like me, who will be expected to watch the Superbowl, even though we don’t give a rat’s ass about football.