On February 1, 2004, the sun was shining and the birds were singing. Millions all over the world gathered to watch the Super Bowl XXXVIII Halftime Show. Families laughed, cried, and even ate. Then suddenly, it happened.
A talentless artist known as Janet Jackson entered the stage. She did her usual high school cheerleader dance moves and lip-synced like a pro. Justin Timberlake entered the stage and soon said, "I'm going to have you naked by the end of this song." Then, Janet allowed Mr. Timberlake to violently rip off clothing covering her right breast, which sagged like that of an old woman's. Janet then covered it up like it was some sort of accident. Everbody knew it was no accident; this was nothing but a publicity stunt.
When the event backfired, Janet and her sychophants called the event a "wardrobe malfunction" and blamed it on Madonna, Britney Spears, racism, sexism, and anything else they could attach Janet's stupidity to. Meanwhile, millions of parents were left at home trying to explain to their kids why the woman dressed as a prostitute exposed herself on television. It was a day we all want to forget, but never will.
Since the "wardrobe malfunction," Janet's career has become almost nonexistent. All her albums, singles, and her most recent world tour have bombed. After the death of her brother Michael, Janet desperately tried to use his death to reignite her dead career. Judging from sales of her greatest hits album Number Ones (hmm...the name sounds just like one of her brother's albums), Janet may soon be completely unemployed like many of us.