Given the thematic bias to all things music in this blog, it would be logical to conclude I may have opinions on the whole Janet Jackson “wardrobe malfunction”.
Sorry.
I was hanging out at Schlotzsky’s with my fellow online journal writers who were equally ambivalent to all things Super Bowl, so I didn’t even see the game, let alone the half time show.
And even though I’ve found Janet’s fascination with sex tiresome on each of her last four albums, an exposed tit isn’t going to stop me from buying Damita Jo (in stores March 30!)