As I’m sure EVERYONE is aware, last night the Hollywood Foreign Press handed out their annual awards to the best in TV and film.
I love watching awards shows…usually.
This time, not so much.
First, let me say, Ricky Gervais was brilliant. He’s witty, funny, sarcastic, and totally the best host the Globes have every had.
Second, congrats to Chris Colfer and Jim Parsons. Both are brilliant and deserved the recognition.
Third, and my only fashion comments in this post, Tilda Swinton needs a new stylist. Sorry, it needed to be said. I love Robert Downey Jr., but he needs to not steal Johnny Depp’s look. Sorry, that needed to be said too. RDJ is fabulous and I’ve been a fan of his since Weird Science. He needs his own look, especially since he’s done the shaggy, unkept thing before. (Insert joke here.)
But what did I learn?
Well, that I’m out of touch. As a self proclaimed TV addict, I haven’t seen many of the shows nominated. In the Best Television Series, Comedy or Musical, I’ve watched Glee and The Big Bang Theory. I’ve never seen 30 Rock, Nurse Jackie, Modern Family, or The Big C. In fact, The Big Bang Theory is the only one of these shows I watch regularly. Glee has lost my interest and I usually catch it when I can.
In Best Television Series, Drama, I’ve only seen The Good Wife. And only on a rare occasion. I kept meaning to check into The Walking Dead, because who doesn’t love zombies and Andrew Lincoln?
As for the films, well, the only nominated film I’ve seen completely was Alice in Wonderland. And that I watched in bits and pieces until I pieced it together into a whole movie. As for Toy Story 3, I saw the end, that was enough.
Other than realizing that I’m totally out of the loop with certain aspects of pop culture, I realized the reason behind my lack of knowledge. I don’t have time. Something had to give. Between raising a small child, and one could argue a husband, and the beginning of what I hope to be a long writing career, I have given up much of my television viewing and movie going experiences. (Confession, I still haven’t seen Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 yet.)
So as I watched show last, while reading my book during commercial breaks and really bad speeches (I’m looking at you, Christian Bale), it dawned on me the real reasons I didn’t know who Melissa Leo was or that The Fighter wasn’t a biopic about Sylvester Stallone (who knew). Writing has taken away those hours where I would lounge in front of the TV, but it has given me so much more. It isn’t something I would trade. Not even for a Golden Globe to call my own.