Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Monday Kickstart: Punch Drunk Love

I'm thinking most of you were drinking (and eating) yourselves silly last night during the Super Bowl. And not only might you need a good wake-up this morning, but this might be one of those rare instances when your boss is sympathetic to it. Hell, he or she might need one, too. So share this link with him/her, pour a cup of coffee, and enjoy (unless you live in the Georgia; if you do, then, well...).



Be honest; half of you were probably talking just like that about 10 hours ago. Even those of you who aren't from the south.

And now for that inspiration to get you to jump up out of your seat and make the world a better place, I give you one of our personal favorites here at CS, Ms. Olivia Culpo:


That she's a Pats fan is really the only good thing about them winning last night. Let's go.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Monday Kickstart: Sexy But Tasteful

Newcastle should've made the ad. Would've been better than any of the other Super Bowl ads that aired last night. Hell, even this reading of it is better than any of the ads that aired last night.



For inspiration this week, look no further than Ms. Danielle Mae Sheehan:


Let's go.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Big Girls Don't Cry Wolf

I was uncomfortable. I was outraged. I was…jealous.

Some undeserving clown was kissing Bar Rafaeli, and it wasn’t me. I should be that undeserving clown!

A lot of people have had a lot to say about the Go Daddy ad that aired during the Super Bowl, which featured an international supermodel (Miss Rafaeli) doing tongue-jujitsu with a nerdy, overweight guy (Jesse Heiman). Very little of what was said was positive. Scratch that; none of it was positive.

And while—at first—those disapproving voices seemed only to be agreeing with me, I began to see things differently once my own selfish ire wore off. If my initial disdain for a meaningless television commercial was born from my desire to be the one lip-lockin’ with Bar, what was fueling the wave of criticisms from everyone else? Over the years, Go Daddy’s sexually-charged stunts have slowly desensitized us to each new ad they’ve released. Why should this one suddenly awaken new disgust? Were Entertainment Weekly writers, newspaper columnists, and talk show hosts only chiming in because they were jealous, too? Perhaps, in some cases. But more and more, it now feels like something far worse: bigotry.

Let’s imagine, for just a second, that the man swirling tongues with Bar in that ad had been Channing Tatum. Just what would the public response have been? I, and other gents such as myself, would likely still be outraged for a good minute or two, simply because it wasn’t us. Tatum’s wife, Jenna Dewan, might also be a little peeved (also due to jealousy). But would the mass public’s sentiment have been as harsh? Would "backlash" have been an accurate term to describe the entertainment media’s reaction to watching two hot, consenting adults get mouth-friendly to promote a web domain service that no one knows is a web domain service? Highly unlikely. That’s not to say no media mouthpiece would speak against the ad. But you’re fooling yourself if you think he or she would spend more than 140 Twitter characters on the subject.

Quite simply, the objection towards this Go Daddy ad exists solely because the male lead is unattractive. He was chubby. He was nerdy. He was ginger! *shivers* How dare they force such lechery upon our chaste eyes!

Now, for the sake of argument, let’s look at this story from another angle: How would all of this have been treated if the model had been male, and the nerd had been female? If…some guy [admittedly, the only male model’s name that I know of is Derek Zoolander], some Adonis whose jaw line was chiseled from a marble slab and whose abs could stop a bullet, was passionately kissing an overweight and unappealing woman in glasses, would we hear those same judgmental voices crying out in the name of decency? Hell, not only would those people be silent, at this very moment they’re probably a click away from attacking me for suggesting a hypothetical woman is “overweight and unappealing”.

And there you have it, the double-standard. Attractive man + attractive woman? Stamp of approval. Attractive man + unattractive, chubby woman? The next Rebel Wilson. Unattractive, chubby man + attractive woman? Not on MY television!

Why is it okay for everyone to be repulsed when a male romantic lead bears the deficit in physical beauty? The audacity that it takes to perpetuate this fraud of social mores is staggering. And yet it seems to have slipped past almost all of us without so much as a second thought on our parts. When a woman doesn’t fit the Hollywood norm, she’s an inspiration; when a man doesn’t, he’s a punchline.

Now, to be fair, for years Hollywood has enforced much stricter physical requirements on women than on men. While everyone from Jackie Gleason to Steve Buscemi have played leading men who’ve gotten the girl, it’s only been more recently that the door has cracked open for “regular gals”. [Sidenote: This is a term that’s ridiculously misused; Melissa McCarthy and Adele are both extremely talented women, but they’re not “regular” when it comes to body types. Let’s just be honest, here. I am far from the Channing Tatum end of the spectrum. But I’m also not delusional enough to think that being out-of-shape makes me as big as Billy Gardell. And I wouldn’t refer to Gardell as a “regular guy” just because we both need to cut back on carbs.] Lena Dunham is proving, one uncomfortable-for-everyone-but-her nude scene at a time, that women don’t have to be off-duty swimsuit models to be stars. We’re in the dawn of a girl-power era, and the result is “unlikely” leading ladies such as Wilson and McCarthy. But, if it’s wrong for society to be offended when one of these ladies kisses her hot male costar, why isn’t this true when genders are reversed and it’s Go Daddy’s nerd lothario? For all of the pro-curves, equality-for-big-gals cheerleading that occurs today in pop culture and social media, where’s all of the support when the person in question is male?

The move towards less-unrealistic standards for leading ladies is certainly refreshing. But centuries of misogyny won’t be erased by a sudden overcompensation in the opposite—yet equally unfair—direction.

*puts on pair of glasses* Now, Bar: About a follow-up ad…

Monday, February 7, 2011

KK Tones Up

Kim K. does a Super Bowl ad, and now it's on Crooked Straight. Just what were the odds on that happening? 1-to-1, probably.

Of course, she's looking delish in this Skechers commercial. Who knew her perfect frame was all due to her shoes (especially since half the time we're not even aware that she's wearing shoes).


Imported from Detroit

Among this year's crop of Super Bowl ads was one from Chrysler preaching hometown pride, featuring hip-hop's King of Detroit, Eminem.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Kim K. Protects Her Assets

TMZ has confirmed that Kim Kardashian will be bringing extra protection when she rolls to her boyfriend's next football game—and we ain't talking a spare pack of magnums.

The New Orleans Saints' luckiest charm -- Kim Kardashian's booty -- is gonna be the most protected back at the Super Bowl this year ... because it's set to be chauffeured around Miami in a veritable fortress on wheels.

TMZ has learned Reggie Bush's favorite asset will be hitting the town on Super Bowl weekend in a Vault XXL2 Limousine by Armor Horse -- which is a tank/limo hybrid built with composite ballistic panels and bullet-resistant windows.

And that's not all: Both doors on the limo are fitted with emergency gun ports -- so, whether the limo is rockin' or not ... it's best if you don't come a knockin'.

Kim K.'s booty + Miami Beach? If you ask me, this rental makes perfect sense. It would probably take gun ports and composite ballastic panels to keep me from her, and I'm not even her biggest fan. Rumor has it The Hero applied to be the limo driver but failed the security screening.