I am about to raise my neck above the parapet & risk the Sword of Damocles coming down on it!
Guess what? I don't care who wore what to the Oscars, whether Sarah Jessica Parker looked like a greek goddess or a greek statue, whether silver was the colour of the night or if Charlize Theron had vegemite scrolls stuck to her dress!!!!
I am so over actors and 'celebrities' parading their indulgent jamborees of self-congratulatory back patting whilst the rest of us go goggle eyed at the designer dresses they wore (loaned for the occasion for the promotion of the design house of course) or how many security guards were employed to safeguard the jewels on loan from Chopard worth millions....
Yes, I think it's terrific that a woman has been recognised for her work in directing a movie for the first time and yes, Kathryn Bigelow's 'The Hurt Locker' has a powerful message to deliver about the realities of war - however, if it's a reminder of the atrocities of what's going on in Iraq you're after, just let me know when you'd like to come over and we can sit by the window with a nice cup of tea and watch the Hercules planes circle overhead as they begin their descent into R.A.F Lyneham bringing yet more dead soldiers home....
Maybe the mothers, wives, daughters and girlfriends waiting in the streets of Wootton Bassett would quite like a good night out now and again (with a designer dress thrown in? or the loan of some diamond earrings?) Or how about sending them a promo bag filled with goodies just for turning up?
I would like to hand out some Oscars of my own - to the women who are living all around me, alone, for months on end, putting on a brave face for their children and knowing that if their doorbell rings late at night, it won't be revellers turning up for a post-awards party.......there, I've said it....now chop my head off......s
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