I did it my way...

On my way to work today, I was listening to some Frank Sinatra. But when the classic, "I did it my way" came on, I realized that all I could think of was Viagra. That's right, ole blue eyes now makes me think of the li'l blue pill. It just goes to show how pervasive advertising has become. Why should I have to drive to work thinking about erectile dysfunction? (Heaven knows it's on my mind enough as it is.)

But that reminds me... I always found it funny that during last years Superbowl, three of the main commercial sponsors were for erectile dysfunction drugs, and yet Janet Jackson's split second flash raised a riot of moral indignation. Don't worry about flacid members kids, but for the love of everything holy, don't you dare think about a woman's breast. Tivo reports that the "wardrobe malfunction" is still the most replayed moment on their service, so obviously, moral indignation hasn't stopped people from letting themselves be outraged in slow motion, over and over again. When I watched the Superbowl, I just remember thinking, what happened there? Why did they cut away? I don't think anyone really "saw" what happened. It wasn't until such a big deal was made about the whole thing that it got true "exposure." Janet should be proud that she inspired an immediate congressional inquiry, unlike the events of September 11th, 2001. Security of our nation be damned, we're talking about boobies on TV! Yeah, American culture is a funny thing... Won't somebody please think of the children!

Boy, Sinatra really does get the mind to wandering...

Funny enough, I've just discovered that The Onion has an article on the very same thing.