I enjoy a live awards show.  Like last night’s Golden Globes.  The ridiculousness of it all is what draws me in.  Actors and actresses starving themselves to squeeze into uncomfortable costumes, really, only to be ripped apart later by some unknown fashion expert.  The speeches are always fascinating.  How for that moment millions hang on the winner’s every word as if he or she pretending to be someone else for a few months in front of a camera garners praise and adulation on the level of a Nobel Prize winner–none of whom we can name like celebrities.  It’s our royalty, Hollywood.  So naturally because I am a sucker for the pomp and circumstance of English period novels and films, I am intrigued by the excess and aggrandizement of the whole production.  Now on to the Oscars with my little sidekick and our matching jammies in tow!

Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 55