Monday, March 24, 2003
Bob is mystified by the Oscars fuss.
Can somebody explain all this blathering about the Oscars? Red carpet or no red carpet? Barbara special or no Barbara special? What is the optimal level of glamour? How much exposed cleavage is appropriate during wartime? What about heels? What is the appropriate level of self-regard?
I don't understand any of this. It's entertainment. It's good old shitty American tv. Why does this particular piece of mindless fun (or torture, depending on your taste and your brain chemistry at the time) warrant this sort of navel-gazing?