Today's tempest in a teapot.
Or D cup, as the case may be.
This timely torrid tit tale courtesy of Dean Obeidallah.
(Dean Obeidallah, a former attorney, is a political comedian and frequent commentator on various TV networks including CNN. )
Is this the new edict of a religiously conservative government that wants to make sure that men -- and especially women -- are covered up? Could it be the dress code for visiting the Vatican, the Wailing Wall, the Dome of the Rock or other holy sites?
Nope, these words are actually part of the wardrobe advisory e-mail that CBS sent to attendees of this Sunday's Grammy Awards. Yep, CBS, the network that brought you a promo during last week's Super Bowl for its show, "2 Broke Girls," featuring the show's young female stars writhing on a stripper pole, is now concerned about sending the wrong message.
The language that CBS used in explaining its clothing recommendations is actually hilarious -- it seems to have been written by a cross between an elderly lawyer and Goody Procter from "The Crucible."
Here are some of the highlights: Talent should, "avoid exposing bare fleshy under curves of the buttocks and buttock crack." What exactly is "fleshy under curves" and why does it sound so oddly hot? (And by frowning upon the showing of buttock cracks, does this mean that many of the union plumbers working at the Grammy venue may also have wardrobe problems?)
CBS wants attendees to avoid outfits that could "expose female breast nipples." And the network also put its foot down on clothes that expose the "bare sides" of breasts, aka, the famed and increasingly popular "sideboob."
However, the most bizarrely worded wardrobe line is that talent must, "be sure that the genital region is adequately covered so that there is no visible 'puffy' bare skin exposure." What exactly is "puffy" bare skin? Is that code for some word I don't know about? And why did CBS put the word "puffy" in quotes? It sounds even dirtier that way.
My big question is this: What caused CBS to be so concerned that this year it issued a written wardrobe advisory? CBS has aired the Grammys for more than 40 straight years, dating back to 1973.
Obviously over that time we have seen some pretty risqué outfits.
Could it be because CBS wants to appease conservatives who freaked out over the outfit Beyonce wore while performing in the Super Bowl halftime show?
Right-wing radio host Laura Ingraham protested Beyonce's outfit with a sarcastic tweet: "Very family-friendly dancing S&M by Beyonce. What every girl shd aspire to. #waronwomen."
A writer at "The National Review" penned a column entitled, "Put a Dress on," demanding that Beyonce not wear a "black teddy" on stage but something less revealing. (Of course, if similar language was espoused from people in the Muslim world, these same conservatives would denounce it as Muslims attempting to oppress women, but it's somehow OK when they do it.)
The real reason is unclear. CBS declined to officially comment but sources there stated that a similar verbal wardrobe warning had been given in the past.
What is clear is that this wardrobe advisory is not gender neutral. Its very language tells women what they cannot wear. "Female breasts" must be adequately covered. "Female breast nipples" must not be exposed.
Even where there's no specific gender reference, we all understand that no one is concerned that Bruce Springsteen, who is nominated for a Grammy this year, will show up exposing the, "bare fleshy under curves" of his buttocks. No, CBS is more concerned with making sure that women are properly covered.
Beyond the apparent sexism of the wardrobe advisory, we also need to keep in mind that freedom of expression is not just words. Freedom of expression also includes expressing yourself through the clothes you wear, especially for the talented musical artists attending the Grammys.
These performers should be able to dress any way they choose, both men and women. A big part of the Grammys is enjoying the range of outfits worn, from the glamorous to the provocative to ones that make you wonder what was the bet the person lost that made them wear that outfit -- I'm looking at you Nicki Minaj, who last year dressed like a bright red version of "The Flying Nun" and was accompanied by a man dressed like the pope.
And of course, if someone wears an outfit that truly violates FCC regulations, then CBS should not allow that person on camera. That is not only CBS' right, it's CBS' obligation. But the CBS wardrobe advisory note goes too far -- it both hampers creativity and imposes restrictions that are sexist.
I hope that at Sunday's Grammys we see people dressed as creatively and provocatively as they choose.
Part of me even hopes that Bruce Springsteen wears an outfit that exposes his "puffy" bare skin -- whatever that may be.
Depending on your age, your reaction to all of this might, predictably, fall into one of two basic categories,
If you are, say, over the age of forty, give or take, you're thinking this whole boob busting out business needs to be filed in that folder "empirical evidence that the world is going to hell in a handbasket."
Or D cup, as the case may be.
If, on the other hand, you're younger, you're wondering why anyone could possible be concerned, let alone up in arms, about a Grammy Awards ceremony offering up a subtle view of va jay jay every here and there or an even more common sighting of that most everyday flash of flesh in our universe...
...the aureola borealis.
Or, as the youngers like to acronym it, OMG, BWC, IKR?
I fall, generationally, into the demographic of the former.
Being hip, cool and groovy, though, I resist the temptation to fall inevitably into line behind those who get a little up tight just because of a little out tit.
My disdain for displaced decolletage is less about cleavage than it is about caveat.
And the long ago confirmed suspicion that magicians ain't the only ones who have mastered the art of distraction.
A long time ago, in closet filled with dusty, hint of musty scented, parentally owned vinyl records, I came across, during an earnest, non pruient search for that pretty cool new Ventures album my mother had scored for the "available only at the A&P this week for the low, low price of 99 cents", one of several other LP's popular at the time, recorded by artists whose musical notoriety was foreign to me, but whose marketing skills were both plain...and in plain sight.
It actually, if memory serves, took only a perfunctory listen or two for even hormonally skewed, pre-teen sensibilities to determine that there were actually times when it was, in fact, okay to judge a book, or a vinyl record album, by its cover.
Covers like these.
These albums, and their ilk, were pretty popular in the day. And there's probably not a garage, attic, basement or flea market anywhere, populated by anyone over the age of fifty, that doesn't have one or more of these classic collections in house.
But even allowing for the dated nature of the recordings, not to mention the presentation, today's listener would almost surely agree with what yesterday's listener knew from the very first drop of the needle.
The best way to divert attention from something is to put female flesh in front of it.
Especially when, and if, that particular something is pretty much nothing.
And one listen to this "music" and even Marlee Matlin would give the "artistry" two thumbs down.
CBS' good intentions aside, I'm not inclined to be intrigued, concerned or even offended at the idea of a bounty of bosom or a wink of woo woo should it, or they, show themselves at the Grammys.
I will admit that I will almost surely cluck out something, even if only under my own breath, something in the form of a "tsk, tsk".
But not because I don't appreciate a provocative package.
I just learned, a long time ago, in closet filled with dusty, hint of musty scented, parentally owned vinyl records, what, more often than not, is inside that package.
Nothing.
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