Soured on Sowers
The narrative was all but written out.
Commercials spoke of the disintegration of the glass ceiling, the female takeover of the world and of the great beyond of space.
The dual-female halftime show showed more ass than if both quarterbacks had GoPros on their wrists the entire game. Not that I am against Shakira and J. Lo self-objectifying–I’m no second or third wave feminist. Voluntarily objectify yourselves away, but it did strike a dissonant tone when the rest of the story was about empowerment and self-worth.
Then, in the end, those misogynist Kansas City Chiefs with their quarterback who looks and performs like Zeus down from Olympus seized the narrative and won the Super Bowl. Damn them, what with their all-male staff, front office, coaches and players!
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I’m sure Ms. Sowers is a fine football coach, and to her credit, she states she doesn’t care about being the first female and openly gay football coach to win a Super Bowl. She wants to be the best offensive coach in the league. Admirable goal. But, she also gladly played into the narrative with her Microsoft commercials that were inescapable since the Wild Card round.
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Hot takes from the Super Bowl then: The Bill Murray Groundhog Day commercial= great. Patrick Mahomes= god. And, we’ve found yet another reason to rewatch The Red Pill.
