This is always a dilemma on Super Bowl Sunday: Should we stay and watch the game or go out to a “gentleman’s club” instead?
This time, fortunately, we could sort of do both.
At halftime of the Super Bowl, two nice ladies came out and performed. There was some pole dancing and some bellydancing; the cameras had a lot of well-planned booty shots.
One nice lady, Shakira, sang a song that announces: “My body is craving, so feed the hungry.” The song later adds: “There’s a she wolf in the closet, open up and set it free.”
We were still pondering that suggestion when she was doing a song that proclaims:
“Lucky that my lips not only mumble,
They spill kisses like a fountain;
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble,
So you don’t confuse them with a mountain.”
These were shortened versions, so I’m not sure she used that portion in the Super Bowl show. Besides, I might have been distracted by her small humility.
Then Jennifer Lopez took over, emphasizing a booty that is neither small nor humble.
Now, I should make it clear that:
1) I’m not complaining. There’s only so much football talk one can absorb, before preferring to hear about feeding a craving body.
2) Jennifer Lopez and Shakira are in excellent physical condition at ages 50 and 43. If memory serves, I was not nearly as flexible.
3) Things have changed a lot from the days when you could simply have four songs from Sir Paul or Sir Elton or should-be-Sir Bruce and then get back to football.