When it comes to unofficial holidays, females will straightforwardly admit that Super Bowl Sunday ranks up there with Groundhog Day. It’s not necessarily the actual football that we find trite, it’s more or less the underlying sexist connotation that makes us want to vomit profusely.
As the economic stabilizers of the country, women recognize that the commercials are centered around the only things men actually purchase – cars, beverages, electronics, condiments – and if that alone is not masculine oriented, the sexual ramifications of the advertisements are. Have you ever seen a home pregnancy test or Vagisil commercial during the Super Bowl? Ha! I don’t think so.
The underlying problem with the Super Bowl is that even if we leave our men to watch the beef-cake militia with his buddies, we still get sucked in. Your man expects you to be “on call” just in case the beer, wings, or toilet paper run low because… well, he’s bought you tampons in times of need, so you owe him the favor. Are you kidding?
Despite the aforementioned examples, men still wonder where our negativity stems from. Well, as much as women recognize that men love watching steroid induced ogres throw a ball around, why can’t they do it on their own damn television channel?! Justly so, if you don’t want us to bother you, organize your football game around our “Desperate Housewives” schedule, not through it.
But ladies, if your man is giving you the cold-shoulder this Sunday, or you’re just plain bored, take advantage of the situation. The roads are clear, the stores are empty, and since sports fans are usually the people we can’t stand, you can generally go anywhere without getting pissed off.
So ladies, instead of this Sunday being a day of solemn, make it one of celebration. Get together with your girls for cocktails, watch a Lifetime movie (because that’s all that’s on) and keep in mind that ten times more people watch the Super Bowl than the State of the Union Address, and 99% of Super Bowl viewers are men – go figure.
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