Rohin Guha
November 19, 2009
Oh, look! Another flailing pop queen in distress. They're all the rage aren't they? What with their Brazilian boy-toying and their creative multitasking. Get too close and they may burn you with their fiery vitriol! Stay far away and they get needy. Yes these flailing pop queens are a fickle breed. But they, too have feelings. Like Janet Jackson, for instance -- who, between staring down some harsh truths about her late great brother and forthcoming obligations at some asinine awards ceremony, is having the worst week ever.


So yesterday, after news broke of
Dubbed "The Breast That Destroyed America's Innocence," the Timberlakean appearance of Janet Jackson's right boob at the 2004 Super Bowl resulted in an FCC fine CBS of over half a million dollars. Because of such egregious fines, shadowy network executives decided that the risk involved with ever again having a lady-performer strut on stage was too much. So we were punished by having to witness irrelevant golden oldies like Bruce Springsteen (whose