… me, for having the intestinal fortitude to not only watch the award shows, but to stick with ’em from start to finish. Yay me. My God they are boring. And long.
Every year I say “that’s it, no more, I am not going to watch next year.” And next year comes around and there I am, tuned in yet again.
This year I really wasn’t going to watch, but did out of curiosity — not to see who would win, but to see how they’d handle all the sexual harassment charges in the industry.
At first when I saw all the women (and a lot of men) Continue reading