Janet Jackson - Justin Timberlake Super Bowl Halftime Show: The Investigation - Tom Purcell - MensNewsDaily.com™
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Janet Jackson - Justin Timberlake Super Bowl Halftime Show
The Investigation
February 6, 2004
by Tom Purcell
The name is Spade. Sam Spade.
I got the call right after the Super Bowl half-time performance. It
was Federal Communications Commissioner Michael Powell. He was outraged
by the Janet Jackson-Justin Timberlake stunt. He said America deserved
better. He hired me to investigate the matter.
I met Timberlake at his palatial estate, but he stuck to his slippery
story. He said it was an accident. Yeah, he was supposed to yank at
Jackson's bustier, but he had no idea it would spill her endowments
before 100 million people.
I visited Jackson at her mother's home. Unlike Timberlake, she sang
like a canary. She said it WAS planned. She said she was sorry if she
offended anyone - not just sorry, you see, but sorry IF she offended
anyone. She was emphatic that no one else was involved.
I wasn't convinced. It was time to pay a visit to MTV Group President
Judy McGrath. See, MTV is the sister company of CBS, and CBS broadcast
the Super Bowl. But it was MTV that organized the half-time production.
McGrath said Jackson and Timberlake arranged the bustier stunt on their
own. She said she was disappointed they didn't tell anyone.
McGrath's demeanor enraged me. Sure, I might not tie her directly to
the bustier incident, but this woman was guilty as hell. She deliberately
broadcasts lascivious programming to lure teens to her channel - programming
that promotes risky and destructive behavior of every kind.
You see, McGrath knows that young teens are impressionable. They're
longing to fit in, be hip, be accepted. MTV promises them hip-ness -
if only they buy the useless products the channel hawks. If only they
mimic the casual sex, excessive drinking and other self-absorbed behavior
MTV liberally promotes. But McGrath wouldn't budge.
I knew I had to dig deeper. And I knew exactly where to go.
"Mr. Tagliabue, I think the NFL is guilty on multiple counts."
I explained how the NFL wrote the book on crass commercialism. They
kicked off the 2003 season with a big celebration on the Washington
Mall. Sure, the Mall forbids commercial activity but a $10 million NFL
payoff changed that rule. The NFL then exploited the war in Iraq for
its own gain - a bizarre event that featured Britney Spears, who had
just locked lips with Madonna.
The NFL knew when they hired MTV that the half-time show would be garbage.
Even if Jackson didn't display her chest jewelry, they knew Kid Rock
would desecrate the American flag. That Nelly would grab his pelvic
region. And that Timberlake would bump and grind with Jackson.
No, the NFL knew that MTV would stage a shock-and-smut show designed
to lure coveted young male viewers. Then CBS could charge a premium
for its advertising, a premium that would be shared with the NFL. But
Tagliabue wouldn't crack.
As I drove home, I mulled the situation over. Then it hit me. At first,
it appeared that the stunt backfired, but it did NOT backfire. To wit:
Janet Jackson's new album was released the day after the Super Bowl.
The publicity surely helped her increase sales. Ditto for Timber-twit.
MTV came off even hipper and edgier to the teen audience it craves.
Surely they're tuning in more now than before the Super Bowl.
The NFL can pretend to be outraged when in fact the stunt generated
increased interest for everything NFL - particularly among the coveted
young male audience.
Heck, even FCC Commission Powell was able to score points off the incident.
Suddenly the whole scam became clear to me. The stunt worked exactly
as planned. Everyone who stood to gain did gain. And who stood to lose?
Well, everyone.
The America culture is growing coarser by the minute. Americans are
losing their sense of propriety and good taste. Vulgarity is hip and
cool and the concept of class is slipping from our grasp a little more
every day.
THAT is the real crime that was committed here. But nobody asked me
to investigate that one.