Apparently Jackson's Nipple

One second of Janet Jackson's nipple clearly beats 30 seconds of Bush shots, the sad and ironic truth of full-frontal exposure politics in the age of corporate censorship of paid-political announcements. The event reveals nothing so much as the fall-out of the nuclear family itself, as post-half-time analysis concentrates on the NFL's inability to foster family values, and at TV dinner time, no less. As if we should have to gather around the family table and look our children in the eyes ... NOT to track their gaze and confirm that they aren't hopelessly pierced by a premature introduction to dominatrix-chic ... but rather to maintain the lie that we can ellide our debts to our offspring by reinstating the 7-second broadcast-delay.

It should come as no surprise that scripted spontaneity exposes a mechanical obsession with the maternal lifesource, swaddled in Nazi leather and replayed ad infinitum on "God's machine." But even this divine device for instantiating televisual eternity only renders the promise that celebrity misbehavior will now be deleted on the fly by the obsessively dutiful eyes and hands of our corporate guardian angels.

But remember, the whole spectacle of this exposure, its looping repetitions, and the subsequent cover-up of the possibility for future exposure is itself a perpetually replaying shield of time-delays and fast-forward deletes. All of this is merely to remind us that the wardrobe malfunctions we need to be most aware of are those of the current emperor in his new clothes, America's nipple-medallion sun king, and the corporate-sponsored mediascape currently pixellating into non-recognition the promise and potential for naked dissent.