By Victoria Uwumarogie ·Updated February 9, 2026 /> Getting your Trinity Audio player ready…

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Bad Bunny’s catalog to prepare myself for the production, I still didn’t understand much of anything. Nevertheless, a few of his songs had quickly become go-tos while getting my sons’ dinner ready and washing dishes at night. (Listen, I’m knee-deep in domesticated working-mom life, so this is the closest I can get to “club” activities.)

So when Sunday night rolled around, while I still had no idea what was being said, I danced from my seat—fully enveloped by the creativity on my screen and the joy unfolding in front of me. The representation, too.

Which is why I was a bit annoyed listening to the radio this morning when callers were asked what they thought of Bad Bunny’s Halftime Show and said they “weren’t feeling it.” The main complaint? Not that they don’t like his genre of music, but that they didn’t understand it. “He should’ve performed in Spanglish,” one man calling into Hot 97 said.

Talk about a cop-out.

This is New York City. A melting pot of cultures. At any moment you can turn on