Wednesday, February 2, 2011

“You’re with me leather…”

“You’re with me leather…”

So this weekend is the Super Bowl.  Yay.  I really don’t care.  I haven’t been a big fan of football since my team signed Michael Vick.  I watched some of the non Eagles post season, and was excited for about 1 quarter until The Bears gave the game away.  If you put a gun to my head, I’d probably root for Green Bay.  It would be kind of nice to see them do it with out Brett Favre’s shadow looming over them.  However, I would more than likely be rooting AGAINST Pittsburgh as opposed to rooting FOR the Packers.  Kind of hard to get behind a rapist when I have boycotted a team who’s employed a dog killer.

I used to watch the Super Bowl for the commercials.  But let’s face it, they suck!  And they have sucked for the past 5 years.  Are people really getting that excited to see Clydesdales?  Or a commercial that is about as clever as a Saturday Night Live sketch?  Truth be told, much like many marriages across this country, the internet has ruined the Super Bowl.  The commercial are online immediately after airing (some even before hand).  So if you’re not into the game or commercials what’s the point of watching? 

The halftime show.

Come on!  Really.  Nipple or not, has anyone ever REALLY cared about the halftime show?  I liked McCartney (except for that stupid “Freedom” song) & The Who last year was great.  But again, you can find footage online of ALL of these acts…and the footage is limitless, not the 15 minutes allotted by the network.  This year’s scheduled performers are the Black Eyed Peas.  I love them.  I saw them live in concert.  But I don’t care one way or the other about seeing their “content approved” half time show.

Then there’s the food.  I’m on a diet (what a whiney bitch I am).  Seriously though, I have been trying to not become a fatass, so sitting around watching a bunch of fatass offensive linemen while I stuff my face with chicken wings doesn’t sound very appealing to me…also, vegetarian. 

Watching with Dad.  This is pretty much the only reason I’d watch the game.  It was a tradition for SO long!  Watching with my Dad.  Making our bets (for a quarter, that later matured into a Sacagawea gold dollar) on such things as the coin toss, who scores first, who wins and how many heart attacks John Madden has per quarter.  The best is when 1 coin goes back and forth the whole evening.  But here’s the thing…my Dad won’t make it through the whole game if there are two teams he cares about.  I can only imagine what will happen this year when he has no real rooting interest.  He’s getting older and goes to bed at 8:30.  After all he has to be up by 5:00 am.  I never could figure out why.  Perhaps that’s when he counts his Sacagaweas.

But that is not my only dilemma regarding “leather.”

I have been scouring the local Goodwill’s lately, costuming a new web series, The Cheap Seats.  Which, ironically, is about diehard football fans who would cringe at the thought of missing the Super Bowl.  Last night, while at a Goodwill, I found a leather jacket that is BAD ASS!  I was so tempted to buy it.  The problem is…vegetarian.  How can I justify buying a leather jacket when I wouldn’t eat meat?  People love to point out my shoes, wallet & belt when they hear I don’t eat meat.  Well, the belt I already owned before I went veggie…I’m not going to throw it out as that seems to be more wasteful than keeping it.  I guess I could retire it to the back of the closet, but again…already have it.  What’s the point of that?  The wallet is made of recycled bicycle tires, so I’m covered there.  And finally the shoes…yeah…that’s a tough one.  It’s difficult to find shoes, specifically the soles, manufactured from man made materials.  So I am guilty there.  I have found some decent online vegan stores that will be providing my next set of footwear (belts as well), but for the time being I’ll continue to wear what I already own.

Which brings us to NEW purchases. 

I would NEVER buy a leather jacket from a store.  Because then I’d be directly supporting the industry.  But this jacket at Goodwill is second hand.  Like finding a ring on the street that happens to sport a blood diamond.  Do you ignore it out of principle or do you pick it up, hock it and use the money on copious amounts of strippers?  I guess it’s a moral choice there.  But the leather industry does not profit if I buy this jacket…or does it.

If I buy it…the next person, who might be in the market to buy a leather jacket, isn’t able to buy this slightly used jacket.  Instead he buys a brand new one off the shelf, continuing the “semi circle” of life (not really a circle to the cows now is it).  That’s what I am dealing with.  I really want that damn jacket…there is the SMALLEST possibility it’s Pleather (I didn’t look).  But I’m fairly certain it’s the real deal.  It’s only $20.  So I could buy it and donate $100 to PETA or “Best Friends” or another animal’s right organization.  But do I do that EVERYTIME I put it on a feel bad? 

So many questions. 

Also note that I didn’t specify WHICH Goodwill I am referring to.  Last things I need is one of you animals getting it and rubbing it in my face.

So here I am…contemplating.

What to watch & what to wear.

For the first time in my life, I am thinking about not watching the game of games.   I was planning to go bowling instead. I made plans totally forgetting the football event of the year was this Sunday.  It was my buddy Matt, though conceding this game is pretty much a snooze fest, pointed out he wouldn’t be available to bowl because the game is on.  I immediately thought, “Will the bowl alley even be open?”  I know places close for holidays…but do they for the Super Bowl?

Maybe I’ll start a new tradition and watch a movie instead.  The 2008 Phillies Championship on BluRay.  Now what to wear…


Claire said...

most soles are man-made, it's the uppers that are leather.
buy the jacket. what is done is done. and bad-ass is bad-ass.

Elly said...

I think I agree with Claire. Get it, make the donation, and tell the story whenever people ask. And when they don't, for fun. :)