I didn't watch the Super Bowl. Apparently the game was pretty exciting—there was some real competition in it, unlike in many past years. I didn't see the half-time show in which Janet Jackson's breast was bared. I didn't see Justin Timberlake's look for the cameras (my guess: a sophomoric 'knowing' smirk), or hear his "wardrobe malfunction" cover-up (as it were) comment.
But I did read this article by columnist Mark Morford in today's SFGate (the San Francisco Chronicle's on-line site). It's worth reading even if you don't know what the Super Bowl is. (Though if you don't know what it is, please tell me the secret of your existence!)