I Survived the entire 73rd Annual Golden Globe Awards!! I didn’t think I’d make it. I am still here. I kept most of my sanity. I didn’t get mad—just frustrated & sad. Just when I think things are getting better,
...Ricky Gervais opens his mouth and spews some hacky ignorance about pay inequity and/or trans people, and I realize we have gone nowhere.
...I get all excited for new, fresh-faced winners who are making progress with representation on their shows, and then other awards go to the people who could recreate Trevi fountain with their collection of Golden Globes, who did okay work in okay movies.
...I try to figure out exactly how The Martian translated into a comedy for the Hollywood Foreign Press.
...the big award goes to a Bro movie made by Bros for Bros, spouting off about how they are going to help the indiginous people to take care of themselves.
And I feel like this:
And a bit like this, when it’s really out of hand:
Here’s hoping women takeover in the next 3 years, and inclusivity is celebrated and expanded, and ignorance is shamed out of popularity. I thought it had been, but clearly, I was wrong.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to stay up too late and watch Mad Max: Fury Road for the first time. Because THAT is a thing that deserves to be seen.