The People’s Choice. The Golden Globe. Do you still have a stomach for all this puffery and pride? I don’t. Ego orgies turn me off.
I’m probably in the unhip minority though. Otherwise these vanity venues would not have much traction. But I have to be honest about. I can’t take the parade of eye candy down the red carpet anymore. Or the fawning TV personalities who do the silly interviews. 
Or the self-adulating presenters who want to steal the moment. Or the hosts, no matter how funny they think they are. They aren’t. Or the winners who squeeze out of every second’s worth of attention their desperate need to be loved.
It’s all become so predictable. So redundant. So cliche. Everlasting exercises in shameless self-importance.
Sally Field may have summed it up best when accepting her Oscar. “You like me,” she simpered. “You really like me.” How touching!
But even love can be grating. When it’s so shallow and tasteless.
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I got bored with it about 20 years ago. The only thing of interest is that the one to the right in the top picture might have two golden globes. I'm not sure what Kim Jung Un is doing in that picture, though.
Bill Leff just explained hat it was Margaret Cho.