THE SILENT, UN-TOPLESS, MAJORITY

The New York Times ran a piece today about breast flashing at Gate G in Giant's Stadium, tradition at Jet's home games. Apparently, men congregate in the spiral stairwell and encourage women, in the form of lewd cheers and catcalls, to expose themselves.

Two interesting things about this piece:
1) No one within the organization seems to take responsibility, or care too much about the halftime shenanigans - boys will be boys, after all. You can follow the bouncing ball of denial and indifference from one agency to the next; a nice bit of reportage from the story's author.

2) The reporter interviewed almost everyone involved - a concerned parent, a disappointed spectator ("Normally we see a lot more," he says) and the one flasher ("I love my body and I like what I have, so let everybody share it.") He fails, however, to get any comments from the hundreds of women who choose not to flash. Or from the woman who thinks about it, decides against it, and then is spit at by the angry mob, who also throw trash in her direction. What's her take on this little ritual? Do the rest of the women feel afraid? Ashamed? Annoyed? Angry? Are they indifferent or horrified? There's no way to know - the reporter never asked. Though their experience is more representative of a woman at a Jet's game, it's the one perspective that's left out.