My Golden Globes

Eh, I think I'm done with awards shows.


Ricky's a funny guy, but that entire room was a sharp stick up the ass. Madonna thinks she's funny, but that doesn't mean she is.

Madonna really is the quintessential celebrity, isn't she? Distant, entitled and mean. Trot her out in front of a bunch of people and she stammers like she's about to deliver the shittiest book report ever written. In between flubs, she did go on about how she told her manager Guy that she was too busy being a directah to be a songwritah. After 35 years of being the most talked about woman on the planet and so much better than any of us, she's still in desperate need of love. She's better off tucking in her boobs and hangin' with her teenage daughter (trust me on that one).*

We didn't watch much. We started late, saw a few get handed out, looked at the time, and went to bed. All of us. The girls, then me, than PS, who probably fell asleep on the couch first.

After all, three solid hours of watching people congratulate themselves for managing to not use their immense wealth and influence to do anything useful for the rtplqnlth year in a row isn't a valuable usage of my time. You can exempt Clooney, Pitt and Jolie, of course, because they do a hell of a lot. But they're still tiresome.

I'm sorry. I'm just tired of famous people. I don't care anymore. Gossip and tabloids are taking everybody's fucking attention away from things that actually impact our lives. I'm so tired of most television and the Internet isn't nearly as fun as it used to be. Everyone loves famous people, and everyone's anonymous. So when I go on the Internet to escape the social retards I deal with on a fairly regular basis, I find they're on a forum somewhere bitching about 'Glee'. If you don't like 'Glee', that's okay. I don't like 'Glee'. But I admit that it's likely because I'm too old to appreciate it for what it is. You are too, so just shut your muffinchute.

Enjoy the rest of your day, please...




*You get more out of hanging with your daughter. Your daughter also prefers your love and attention to having to explain to friends why her awkwardly aging mother dresses as though she just realized there is only one way she will be able to make the rent this month.