Monday, January 7, 2019

Forgive my annual rant

Forgive my annual rant.

But we again begin the annual entertainment awards season. Golden Globes, Screen Actors Guild, Director’s Circle, Oscars, People’s Choice, Tony’s, Grammy’s, Country Music Awards. I surely have forgotten some.

For months on end, entertainers will give themselves awards in self-indulgent spectacles meant to entertain, boost salaries, get publicity, amp up revenues and remind us of how important they are to us.

They will glam up, get airbrushed, put on their designer couture, drizzle themselves in jewels. Their rented clothes, male and female, will be statements elegance, status and fashion risk. Food, drink, parties and comfy chit-chat will be shared in excess. They will pat one another on the back just as their organizations pat them on the back. They will thank people when they are on stage, people they can really just thank them in person.


Not that their work doesn’t have merit. But it’s just part of our culture where uber-spectacle is where celebrity breeds celebrity. Personally I’d rather see public servants—firepersons, police persons, EMTs, teachers—parade across the stage. If you read the NY Times obituaries, you will find persons of significant stature and contributions who have not made their way into narrow celebrity mill.

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