Every winter, I like to complain about the Super Bowl. This February, the event threatened to clash with my tickets for Stephen Sondheim's "Merrily We Roll Along"; my blood pressure climbed, and I recalled all the times in high school when I noticed the arts department playing second fiddle to "athletics and fitness." Then, I realized: false alarm. I stay out of many political disputes, but the Super Bowl did make my blood boil this year. It did! A family member dismissed the artist Usher as "irrelevant." I bit my tongue--but I felt an urge to point out that Usher is phenomenally talented, and that his current Vegas residency is a subject of national news coverage. In my house, the children watch Usher videos as a kind of curriculum, and we're all especially fond of Usher's appearance on "Sesame Street." It seems like marriage equality might have helped to remove football from my life, but I have married one of Earth's few Mahom...