Because I love you so, so very much, I chose to end a rather tasking week by plopping myself in front of the television so I could trudge through the Golden Globes so you didn’t have to. Of course, I made Lara and Todd trudge with me because everyone knows trudging by oneself is like watching The Bachelor by oneself. You end up wondering what life is all about while
Each year, celebrities fill their Instagram feeds with pictures of glam squads transforming their plain faces and stringy hair into charismatic human beings who are considered worthy of walking a red carpet next to fellow hot people. These superstars squish into a ballroom and count the seconds until the next commercial break so they can sidle up next to Matt Damon to breathe the same air, or lightly stalk Amy Schumer so
Every year I sit down to watch the Golden Globe awards and every year I’m baffled by the fact I don’t know the shows that are nominated in the TV categories, even though I practically watch TV for a living. I get a kick when I have to text my cooler friends to ask them why I’ve never heard of something called Mozart in the Jungle. I blame the fancy
Each year, celebrities gather together in a hotel ballroom and wait patiently for the next commercial break so they can run over to chat with Oprah, pitch their script to Rob Marshall and fill up on more booze. The Hollywood Foreign Press calls this The Golden Globes. Inevitably, I settle in for three hours of, “What is she wearing?” and “Why have I never heard of any of these movies?”
