The envelope, please ...

For the first time in many years I have no patience for the 2015 Oscars ceremony.

Oh, I will probably tune into the Red Carpet, just so I can rail about  vapid Juliana Rancic as she locks her lips to the egos of the movie stars.

The political dust-up over the inequality of the film industry makes me philosopical about the injustice the millionaires and entitled endure.

I am sure making movies, being in movies and everything about movies is tough in every way.

​Naturally, I try to understand how unfair things can be in the world of entertainment. But, Hollywood does not have a lock on that situation.

So, I wish them well as they strive for righting the wrongs of HollywoodLand. 

Bette Davis tried it all those years ago, and look where things stand today. 

Exactly. 

Things are still not equal. Things never will be, but keep fighting the fight, that is what our country was founded on. I think.

Which brings me to how truly inane the Academy Awards seem, when you step back and cast a jaded-eye upon it.

All those Hollywood types fussing and fuming over receiving a little statue for a job well done at the end of each year, is amusing.

Yes, let's think about this from the point of view of a normal (plain folks trying to earn a living), like me.

I write ficitional books and blogs like this one, and never get nominated for any sort of award. 

The landscapers around here, could use some recognition. Let's not forget our favorite servers at our favorite restaurants, or those stars of waste management. Imagine awarding a statue to the janitorial staff at any institution. Well, you get my point, there will never be a Price-Waterhouse glittery envelope with the names of...plain people being great.

All year long, folks do mundane tasks so others have a better life. Wouldn't it be nice to have designers begging regular types to dress in their latest off-the-runway designs? 

Then for weeks and weeks, regular Janes and Joes are wined, dined, photographed, interviewed and discussed.

Then, at the end of a special evening have a heavy golden statue slapped into the hands of any working slob. Can you imagine the satisfaction felt by the lady who endures doing manicures and pedicures, or the gentleman who drives a truck cross-country delivering food to the masses? 

I give a standing ovation to all the regular types doing a great job every day, and never getting any special recognition.

As for this years Oscars, I do hope Leo wins.

But, of greater interest to me?

Viewing an awards show to recognize the efforts of those serving movie moguls (this includes every aspect of the industry).

So, I am slowly hand-clapping for the personal assistants, pool service people, house-keepers, chefs, stylists, hair and make-up staff, etc., of the glamorous set. 

Those are some acceptance speeches I would pay to hear. -- Pam

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