Hollywood

Ho hum. It’s time for the Oscars again, evidently. Endless self-congratulations of pointless people, famous largely for being famous. Set against endless other ‘events’ congratulating other people from Hollywood for other awards. I can’t keep track. I don’t know who is nominated – not just who got a nomination, but who the people themselves are – and don’t care. I got bored with this years ago. One just wonders why THEY don’t. What could be so fascinating to them about themselves?

A few years ago an actor, Mathew Perry (who I don’t find terribly offensive otherwise,) was involved in some 'self-congratulations' show with professional athletes. I don’t know whether Hollywood was congratulating athletes or how, exactly, the two were involved, but Perry was quoted as saying he’d had a wonderful time. “We were in awe of each other,” were his exact words.

“In awe” seems like a pretty strong expression for people who play for a living… for people who ‘play AT living.’ They speak words that others have written, parrot ideas that others have fed them, follow directions that others are giving. They are heavily coached, so they aren’t really responsible for anything they do or say. They have make-up artists, ‘dressers’, plastic surgeons, personal trainers, directors, and speech writers. They are ‘fake’ people. Yet we are supposed to hang on their every word.

I’ll be glad when ‘self-congratulations’ season is over – however long it lasts. I’m not in awe.