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Do you want this one removed too?

“As a general truth, it is safe to say that any picture that produces a moral impression is a bad picture.”~ Edmond De Goncourt

Well “camp de Beyoncé” threw a mean ole storm insisting that unflattering photographs of performing artist Beyoncé during her performance at the Super Bowl be removed completely from the Internet.

In some sympathetic way, I can understand why some of those photographs that were taken aren’t exactly showing her sparkling side. But there is another side to this coin.

Bad pictures are out there. It is going to happen. It does happen to everyone one of us, popular and unpopular. Famous and not famous. Bad pictures are just that: bad pictures. The world continues to spin with or without them.

But Getty has already removed their collection of the photographs that were requested to be taken down. Here’s the bad news: It’s too late!!

With millions of people having access to the Internet, many have already seen the unflattering images of Beyoncé. And yes, the memes are out there. And they are plentiful. Too many to number. In my opinion some are funny, some are just plain rude.

In this case, I would love to call into question whether or not these are actual photographs that were taken and then distributed on web articles OR are they faked because in several of them Beyoncé looks rather “muscular” throughout shall we say? Who really knows if she actually has that kind of muscle tone throughout her entire body. And I won’t even bother going into the question of whether or not she works out. That’s not the point here.

My point is that these photographs of Beyoncé are already out there and people have picked up on them and have  done whatever they wished to. Bulldog lawyers and representatives and agents and assistants of Beyoncé will be working 24 hours a day, seven days a week for the rest of their lives if they believe that they can have every copy of the bad photographs removed from the Internet.

She had a performance during the Super Bowl. One of the most watched television programs in existence. Also with thousands and thousands and thousand of media personnel and fans there, photographs will be taken. That’s the price of being a celebrity. And eventually at sometime there just might be a chance that someone will capture an image that you don’t really care for. On top of that, there are going to be people out there to make a name for themselves by tarnishing an image or posting that image if it is unsavory. That’s just the way it is.

So what are going to do? Stay indoors at home with the windows darkened? No. Come on! You cannot make money that way if you are a celebrity.

Like I said, some of the images are just plain bad. But there’s really nothing can do about it once it is posted on the Internet, its there FOREVER.


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Posted: February 6, 2011 in Uncategorized
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While you were glued to the television set for every ounce of reports of the pre-game shows, sat through the abortion version of the National Anthem, screamed and yelled at every play of the entire game of Super Bowl XLV, stuffing your face with snacks and getting drunk… remember this:

I was on the Internet, talking to your girlfriend and/or wife.

Thank you.

Today is Super Bowl XLV. (That’s “45” for you non-Romans.) And yet I find myself not much in the hype of the big game, or at least not getting involved in it all. I have to be honest, the NFL is not one of the things I ascribe to.

But don’t get me wrong. I am like any other warm-blooded male who enjoys his sports. It just happens to be that this is not one of them.

My mood has been the same all day long. There’s been no crescendo of jubilation or any countdown to kickoff of any kind. And I understand that there are many out there who have been waiting and waiting for this day to come.

Locally however, the apartment complex in which I live in, they have been struggling with management to let them be able to access the community room in order to watch the game. Our community room has a television, VCR/DVD, several dozen books, furniture, tables, chairs, and six computers. Its there for our use in the first place. But since the great remodel job of 2006, its been closed to the residents on the weekends. A bit unfair, but I’ve adapted to the fact that we must be crammed into our tiny apartments like caves for the weekend. So in a sense, it is a great victory for us living here.

As far as just having it opened for the Super Bowl, I’m not so sure I agree with that. But as they say, one step at a time. The struggles and tribulations of the community room is best served for another time, another blog.

I have been given the understanding that there will be food. So I suppose that would be one good thing about it. One thing about being a bachelor is that I can take the opportunity to partake in the munchifications and nobody will say anything about it. Finding places like that to eat, that is on the outside of the home is always a bonus in my book.

But here we go back again to the game. Its not giving me any interest at all. The Super Bowl takes a common football game which should last about two and a half, and up to three hours and stretches it so far with special commercials and what they consider “Halftime Entertainment”. Including the pre-game, the pre-pre-game, the pre-pre-pre-game, the trophy ceremony and oh…. on top of that, the post-game.

And did I mention, they get some goofball to sing our National Anthem and turn it from a two minute and ten second moment of patriotic pride to a four minute church hymn?

Altogether, a heeping pile of five to six hours in total length.

There’s almost a guarantee to have nothing else on television. For those of us who do not have cable or satellite, you know what I am talking about. Options are absolutely nothing on this day.

Yes, I know the commercials are amusing and sometimes hilarious. But believe me, you’re not missing anything because those commercials will be re-broadcast again throughout the rest of the month. Plus, there’s always the Internet. So that argument is out.

I think that instead, I’ll just stick to my sledge hockey. (Sled hockey as its called in the USA.)