It wasn't bad enough that I didn't watch the Superbowl.

It wasn't bad enough that I admitted as such on the Internet, thus risking the label of unAmerican.

Now it turns out that I also missed a brief glance at Janet Jackson's right breast, there on national television for all to see. Judging from the reactions I've been reading today, it seems that very little else has happened in the world in the last 24 hours.

A few thoughts on this topic:

1. Folks, a female breast is not that big of a deal. To approximately quote from Notting Hill: "Half the people in the world have them, your mother has them, what's the big deal?" I think we in America and afflicted with an overwhelming degree of prudishness. More nudity on national television would be a good thing.

1b. Especially if we can exchange some of the current violence for more nudity. Frankly, I'd rather have my kids watching boobs than bullets.

2. How much silicone can you put in a single person before she becomes a borg? And what's the deal with that nipple-thing? I'm guessing it's a valve so she can adjust the air pressure.

3. Inevitably, there are the claims that the whole incident was staged to boost the ratings. This is probably coming from the same people who thought New Coke was a conspiracy to reveal how much we really loved the Classic stuff.

4. What we really need is a cross between the game and the halftime show. Instead of sweating men beating each other to a pulp, how about sweating shapely women ripping each other's clothes off. Oh, nevermind. Someone else tried that.