There goes another dream, withering under the glaring sun of celebrity statistics. I shall never win an Oscar. Partially because I have not now nor shall I ever act in a public forum, save for sheer and utter innocence when I get pulled over. But mostly because it's become apparent that winning the naked gold dude is bad for one's relationships.
Exhibits 1 through umpteen: Halle Berry, Reese Witherspoon, Gwenyth Paltrow, Helen Hunt, Kate Winslet, Hilary Swank, Angelina Jolie and now... Sandra Bullock.
Maybe their men get jealous of how adoringly they're gripping that undressed hunk of precious metal? Maybe it's because Oscar, rather than using his arms to cover his nakedness like any sensible person, uses them to do a little chest-pounding? He's saying, 'now that she's got me, you can take a hike.'
I don't watch the Oscars as a general rule because they usually celebrate movies I have both never seen and frequently don't care about... (war dramas and romantic comedies take the fun out of living, folks). But next year, should I break my fast and observe ladies wearing my year's salary on their wrists, I shall pity the best actress winner as I would a kicked puppy.
Obviously, it's better for my love life (which I don't have) that I'll never receive
such a coveted and manly object (for which I have no space). I am resigned to the notion that the closest to Oscar I'll ever get is this one:Oh well... At least he's got his own place.
I suppose he's not the kind of naked man a woman takes to bed unless her vibrator is broken. Does Sandra Bullock talk a bit like Kermit the Frog?
ReplyDeleteIt's enough to make a woman want to be Best Supporting Actress and avoid the leading lady slot.
ReplyDeleteIt's like Sophie's Choice - to meet Mr. Oscar or sacrifice a marriage. Your choice. It's hard to be a woman.
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