Opinion
By Kazz Alexander Pinkard
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February 5, 2004
CONTROL. That's what she wanted all along, and guess what? That's exactly what she got. From the second this past weekend's Super Bowl halftime show began, and the infamous Janet Jackson rose from the underbelly of the mid-field stage, she commanded America's attention in a trademark black leather ensemble -- wiping away the memory of shooting star fireworks, flag-waving patriotism, the sheer boredom that New England and Carolina left on the field in the first half and even the bellowing Beyonce -- who just last week was America's prima Donna.