I wouldn't call myself a militant man. See, I have this weird and excessive idea that if people would start taking responsibility for who they are and stop being assholes, the would would be a better place, so I'm trying to lead by example in my own, understated way. I'm not a very invested football fan, but I usually watch the Superbowl, like every other living and breathing who loves good food and a good party. I won't be watching it this year, though. I've spoken in lengths against the terrible handling of the numerous domestic abuse cases in the NFL before, so I won't repeat myself, but keep in mind that while you're arguing about Bill Belichik's deflated balls, there's nothing that has been done by the league to sort out this issue.
So you heard it here first (or not): fuck the Superbowl.
I'm going to do the girliest possible thing during the game this year as a mean to protest (and because I like it): watch episodes of Veronica Mars. This is the girliest, most teenie bopper show I've ever seen in my life, that's loosely based on Dashiell Hammett's fiction. It's also like, basically free on Netflix, so availability and costs aren't valid excuses. In all seriousness, I know a lot of you have this strange fascination for their own high school year (and detective novels, if you're browsing this site) and Veronica Mars is about the most fun, unrealistic, deformed and all-encompassing portrait of high school filtered through a mild hardboiled sensibility. On top of that, if you end up liking the series, there's also a movie (that has been shot in 2014) and two novels, written by series creator Rob Thomas. So why wouldn't you want to watch it, right?
All right, I'll stop here. I'm a sports fan at heart, so it saddens me to speak up against something I believe in on so many levels, but I feel like Goodell must go and that the NFL deserves a commissioner who doesn't try to weasel his way out of social issues. I'll be live-tweeting my Veronica Mars marathon under the hashtags #VMM and #GoodellMustGo this Sunday, if you want to join me.
So you heard it here first (or not): fuck the Superbowl.
I'm going to do the girliest possible thing during the game this year as a mean to protest (and because I like it): watch episodes of Veronica Mars. This is the girliest, most teenie bopper show I've ever seen in my life, that's loosely based on Dashiell Hammett's fiction. It's also like, basically free on Netflix, so availability and costs aren't valid excuses. In all seriousness, I know a lot of you have this strange fascination for their own high school year (and detective novels, if you're browsing this site) and Veronica Mars is about the most fun, unrealistic, deformed and all-encompassing portrait of high school filtered through a mild hardboiled sensibility. On top of that, if you end up liking the series, there's also a movie (that has been shot in 2014) and two novels, written by series creator Rob Thomas. So why wouldn't you want to watch it, right?
All right, I'll stop here. I'm a sports fan at heart, so it saddens me to speak up against something I believe in on so many levels, but I feel like Goodell must go and that the NFL deserves a commissioner who doesn't try to weasel his way out of social issues. I'll be live-tweeting my Veronica Mars marathon under the hashtags #VMM and #GoodellMustGo this Sunday, if you want to join me.
