Super Bowl

(While millions of men watched the 2012 Super Bowl, many women did not. Smethanie tells us what those women did instead.)

Super Bowl Sunday – there was excitement in the air, mixed with the smell of wings and spilled beer. It didn't matter if your team played – you’re men and you sat in packs in front of television sets across the world -- grunting, yelling, cheering, fist-bumping, farting (yes, we heard that).

It’s a man’s man’s day. It’s man to the 10th power. It’s a day celebrating all that lawn-mowing, spider-killing, jar-opening, “does-this-make-me-look-fat?” answering you’ve done the other 364 days of the year. You drank, ate, scratched your balls unapologetically. And while there was Madonna thrown in to keep your lady from flipping the channel to Lifetime, the night wasn't about her, beyond her expertise and ability to hustle in the kitchen.

What you don’t know is that Super Bowl Sunday was as much of a holiday to the ladies. While you were preoccupied by Neanderthals in helmets and tights (I mean, really, let’s just all admit they’re tights. Who are we lying to?) we had a night uninterrupted to live out our wildest fantasies. While you were watching the big game, here’s what your women were doing: