Tonight is the annual Academy Awards ceremony, the biggest and most prestigious awards ceremony where the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences recognizes its’ own.
Oh, I know that many of you are watching to not only see who wins an award, but what is worn by whom, and who says what during their time in front of the camera. Hollywood is even holding protests instead of parties this year.
Personally, I don’t care what they say or do. Those people don’t represent me.
WHAT DID YOU SAY? But… but…
To me, this is all one big sales job. They’re no better than Big Orange when it comes to selling themselves to the rest of us.
Let’s be clear: they don’t care about me, they care about promoting their movies and future movies, garnering advertising contracts, and selling the designer clothing they’re wearing. And since I don’t watch a lot of movies and those clothing designers don’t want women my size wearing their clothes, I see no point in putting a lot of stock in their little glitzy night out.
I’m not going to get all riled up because Meryl Streep gives a speech dissing old #45, or Matthew McConaughey says we ought to embrace him. Streep’s Golden Globes speech got you talking about her, and nobody had her on their mind before then. And we thought all McConaughey did these days was starve himself and drive around in a grandma car. La de da.
When I really want to get riled up about politics I can read an actual newspaper. For those of you who believe in alternative facts, that means a website owned by mega-rich people who hire fiction writers instead of journalists.
So enjoy this little spectacle if you want, but please don’t tell me this is a big deal. It’s not. It’s spoiled little rich kids making fun of other spoiled little rich kids, and being self-centered enough to think I give a shit.
And I don’t.