Hi! Are you watching the Oscars? I won’t post this until Monday morning so technically The Oscars were already last night and so by “are you watching” I mean “did you watch” but whatever, this isn’t English class. Because I’m typing this Live! and In The Moment! I don’t know how this ish goes down. I don’t know who wins, who loses, who cries, who gives a long and overwrought acceptance speech, though my ca$h monie$ are on Anne Hathaway for that one, ugh. I don’t know who gets snubbed, which presenters have the most embarrassing scripted banter and which flub their lines.
All I know is this: In the opening
awkward-bad-joke-cringefest monologue, American Treasure Channing Matthew Tatum took to the stage to dance and did not show even a whisper of torso. A flash of bum. A single inch of his beautifully chiseled, extraordinarily limber bod. You wouldn’t ask a bird not to fly, would you? Or a fish not to swim? Why, then, why would you put Magic Mike on a stage and NOT ask him to hump the floor?
Give the people what they came for, Oscar.
Don’t worry, America. I’ve got you covered:
And the Oscar for Best Blog goes to: me!
This is just a short little Monday Funsie, so come back Wednesday when I’ll be sharing a few special memories of my own attempts to become a famous, award-winning actress. Spoiler alert: the story involves original musical numbers, monkeys and roller blades. Not to be missed. I’m sorry I’m such a tease, but just look at Channing again, doesn’t that just make your week?
I’m also VERY sorry I said “Monday Funsie” and promise never to say that ever again. WHAT is wrong with me?
PS. Stayed awake long enough to see the supporting actress awards and I should have put actual ca$h on my insufferable speech predix. I know I’m a real hater but shut up, Ann.
PSS. Who was your best dressed?!? I’m still combing through the pics but so far I’m digging Jessica Chastain, Naomi Watts & oddly enough, Clooney’s gf Stacy Kiebler. Did anyone else think the fashion was a bit snoozy this year?