Starting around the time I was ten or eleven, probably, I loved award shows. I watched all of them. The Grammys, The Tonys, The Emmys, The Oscars, The People’s Choice Awards, The Soap Opera Digest Awards, whatever, if they were handing out an award to someone semi-famous I wanted to see it.
Now, if I were to guess, I would say that fully half of the people nominated for Grammys alone, if I’ve heard their names at all I could no way in hell identify a song of theirs. Plus, a good percentage of rock stars? Is it just me, or is there something silly about a certain type of rock star? Something about the pomp of it - maybe I'm missing some obvious irony, but sometimes the prancing and the self-importance just makes me want to go, Oh, cut that out, now, whoever you even are.
The only thing that really interests me anymore about the shows is the fashion. They show this about sixteen times on sixteen different shows the next day, or I can pick up a copy of In Style. And honestly, without Cher in a feathered headpiece, even that’s not that much fun anymore. I can check Go Fug Yourself for any egregious fashion errors.
Nevertheless, this transition happened for me only in the last couple of years, and the only conclusion I can draw, is, like everything else in my life, I am slow to get over what everyone else I know with a lick of sense in their heads has gotten over years ago.
However, if any of these people wants to hand me an award? Different story altogether. I will so be there in Prada and I will so cry like it’s the best thing that ever happened, not just to me, but in the history of the world.