Yummy, it’s that time of year where once again America becomes irreverent and judges other human being’s ability to be humans based on their ability to look beautiful, pithy and whatever else is suppose to collectively turn us on. This is no more true that the upcoming Oscars where the real victory lap isn’t having your ass win an award for best dramatic actor but rather best ‘dressed’ actor. After all we all know by now that nothing in life means as much as your ability to make heads turn and swoon when your carefully selected $40 000 dress sashays down the red (bled) carpet.
So who will win this year and who will lose? Frankly we don’t care, cause we have already collectively lost the moment the networks ran out of their basement gates and began to look for clever ways to help you cope with your meandering lives and their stale check book. In any event, here’s to the upcoming Oscars and may the best dressed actor convince us that they are worthy of blowing.