Few things on this
earth interest me less than watching sports. It just does not engage
me in the slightest. On the one hand, you have a bunch of (often
overpaid) (almost invariably dude-type) humans chasing after a ball
for 90 minutes or so; on the other hand, you have LITERALLY
EVERYTHING ELSE
IN EXISTENCE,
and the former cannot possibly compete for my attention.
American football
perhaps tops the list of Sports I Do Not Care About. Friends have
gamely attempted to explain the rules to me, but such endeavors
always put my brain in a jellified stupor quicker than Of
Grammatology and a letter
from the bank combined. Sports terminology is my personal soporific.
So
you can understand why I anticipated my first Super Bowl with some
trepidation. In fact, I looked on wistfully as a friend of mine
offered a marvelous piece of counter-programming in the form of
“Buffy Bowl”; but I just couldn't not participate
in arguably the biggest cultural event in the US calendar.
As
it turned out, I had a pretty excellent time. Beer, food, beer,
friends, beer, yelling at commercials for being offensive kyriarchal
clusterfucks, and beer are some of my favorite things, so I barely
even noticed that there was a sport going on. It turns out there's
enough of a surrounding circus that you can be reasonably entertained
without paying the slightest attention to the game. (Also, it's
apparently socially acceptable to be mortal
as a newt by like 4pm on Super Bowl Sunday.)
I
doubt I could summarize the goings-on better than Liss
(except to reiterate: OMG NICKI MINAJ, be still my beating
heart), nor get my feminist
outrage on better than Fannie,
so I won't try. What's interesting to me is my own feeling that, as a
pop-culture connoisseur, I absolutely had to
experience this event.
You
see, this same weekend, I made official my breakup with Glee.
I unliked it on Facebook and deleted the unwatched episodes that have
been accumulating since October. For a couple of years, much
as I would criticize it, Glee was
essential viewing for me. The pop-culture buzz, the detailed
analysis, the sense of witnessing a significant event in
early-twenty-first-century television – it was irresistible. And
yet, by the time season three started, the feeling of icy dread that
accompanied each episode far outweighed the anticipation of
conversation around it. The sheer awfulness of the show had, in my
judgment, at last surpassed its cultural relevance.
The
criteria we use for judging which pop-culture phenomena are worthy of
our time and attention are subtle and strange. I absolutely believe
that popular culture is worthy of close study and analysis: that this
study can reveal all manner of truths about a given society – how
it functions, what it values, what narratives it tells about itself
and how these narratives perpetuate or challenge existing systems of
domination and oppression. However, no one has the time or energy to
be a consumer of all the popular culture from which we can learn
these things. I know that everyone makes choices and compromises, but
I still find myself second-guessing my own judgments about pop
culture. Since I jumped ship on Glee,
I understand that it's aired an episode dealing with gay teen sex,
and has another forthcoming in which Brittana will actually, you
know, do something. These are arguably watershed moments in
pop-culture representations of homosexuality in the US, and maybe by
bailing when I did I am missing out on something culturally
important. I guess my question is:
To
what extent are you obligated to engage with something you hate in
order to study its sociocultural impact?
I don't understand or have an interest in football, either, but I like watching the Super Bowl for the fancy commericals. Some of them are quite creative and quite funny. Yeah, as a woman, I cringe at the really sexist ones, but I get enough of a laugh out of most of them that I find them worth watching.
ReplyDeleteOf course, I only caught half the game due to going to work at the Pooper Bowl (my barn). A testiment to "literally everything" drawing my attention away from the game.