Nothing to see there; move along. We already saw Lady Gaga out on the red carpet in a fluttery-looking oddly cut white dress. Her accessories were a pair of red rubber kitchen gloves and from the glimpse I got of the back of her head, a faux lobster stuck in her hair.
Still, that's a chic-er look than Neal Patrick Harris standing on stage in his underpants, sox and shoes. I' m sure his husband and their two kids think he's a scream, but I'm still wondering why a grown man felt it necessary to do that. Now if his tighty whities had been something with a little dash! to them - like a scarlet thong style ... that would have been funny.
To see just how foolish women can get just for attention, I direct your attention to the headline and photos top of the page at dailymail.co.uk. I can only hope they all were wearing at least (and that's the very least) a Tampax.
The other thing that gets my scrutiny is Hair. One of the TV announcers had a better coif than most of the guests. And when did Brylcreme make a come back, pray? Several of the stars (sarc) were wearing enough oil on their hair to lube my Truck. And that was the men!
I only knew of 14 of the people who died last year. This morning great outrage because Joan Rivers' passing was ignored.
Hollywood - what can you expect? Not much of anything anymore. I can remember when this tedious ceremony was fun. That's when we had performers with some wit. David Niven on streakers; one-arm push-ups ...
This was the 87th presentation and at 87, perhaps it's time to turn off the support systems.
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