If that’s too soon you can leave in a minute and a huff. You better beat it, I hear they’re going to tear you down and put up an office building where you’re standing. I’m sorry I said that, it isn’t fair to the rest of the baboons.”
Talk about crimes against humanity.) To this day I cannot watch the State of the Union address without wishing they would burst into the “We’re going to war!” number. I am eternally grateful to my Dad for indoctrinating us with the annual New Year’s Eve Duck Soup viewing. When I saw the title of this post, I knew it was going to be AWESOME. Normal humans: what’s your favorite Marx Brothers line? Well, Marjorie Valbrun, why don’t you bore a hole in yourself and let the sap run out. So far we’ve seen A Night at the Opera, Duck Soup, Horse Feathers, and even A Night in Casablanca, which was much funnier than I remembered. We’re doing our part to innoculate our kids against creeping radical feminism: we’re having a Marx Brothers festival. But we’re going back again in a couple of weeks!” well, I have others.” And if it’s sexism you like, here’s Groucho as Captain Spaulding, the African Explorer: “We took some pictures of the native girls, but they weren’t developed yet. If you Google “imagination and wit, ” you will hear Groucho telling Margaret Dumont, “Those are my principles! And if you don’t like them. If you look up “imagination and wit” in the dictionary, you will see a picture of Harpo Marx giving his leg to a blonde debutante. I desperately hope she simply has never seen a Marx Brothers movie, and only knows that they’re those black-and-white guys in the window of Poster Barn at the mall. The Marx Brothers signify a dearth of imagination and wit? What is this, backwards day? Humorless feminist, you have gone too far. I almost expected the Marx Brothers to show up. It felt as if advertisers went for cheap laughs this year at the expense of imagination or wit. Okay, fine, so back to the Super Bowl: the women didn’t like the violence, they didn’t like the sexism, they didn’t like the stupidity. I can’t even worry too much about the damage she can do with that point of view, because you’d have to be so far down nutso creek to take her seriously, there’s no turning back. Even her fellow bloggers took her to task for that bizarre accusation. Amanda Marcotte stands out for her near-epileptic, flecks-of-spittle style of journalism, which recently and notably led her to blame pro-lifers for the grisly horrors committed by Kermit Gosnell. Most of the writers are run-of-the-mill, perpetually outraged feminists.
In case you are not familiar with the Double X Blog, it’s from the liberal but contrarian Slate magazine, and has the montrsously inaccurate tagline, “What women really think.” This is kind of like a bag of salt having the tagline, “What slugs really want.” Nevertheless, I read the dreadful thing to keep in touch with the kind of women who (and this really happened once) see me coming down with the sidewalk with my kids and say, “Eek!” and run away. I guess the bloggers just bored with being outraged about sexism, which I can understand - it must be exhausting, especially for poor, frail females! Tee hee. I have a really hard time seeing the problem with aggressively physical commercials aired during a game which is about trying to kill each other. But they still seemed aggressively physical. Do the commercials really have to be just as physical as the game to hold our attention? I had not watched a Super Bowl game in several years, so perhaps the level of violence is not that unusual to regular watchers. seemed surprisingly violent, including those focused on men. violent? Here’s what DoubleX Factor’s Marjorie Valbrun had to say:Īside from being sexist, several ads. I know that they’re often trashy and offensive, and everyone says they were also stupid and annoying this year. But I didn’t have room!Īnyway, I guess I missed the main point of the Super Bowl, which was the commercials. I sat in the kitchen and ate so much hot spinach artichoke dip that I didn’t even have room for the main dish, which was bacon. I didn’t even watch the Puppy Bowl, which is what the kids were watching.