I will be blogging with the delicious Ed & friends at the Oscar Liveblog this Sunday.
Now. You might be thinking that of course I would blog about the Oscars because I'm in Los Angeles after all. What would make more sense than that?
Or. You might be thinking -- you're in Los Angeles! You'll be at Oscar parties. You'll be drinking yourself silly and making fun of fabulous dresses only steps away from the Vanity Fair party. How would you possibly have time to blog it all?
So. Here is where I get all "I live here and you don't" -- which I will only allow for this one post. Or, which I will forever chime when I finally, one blessed day, move back to San Francisco. Here's the thing with Los Angeles & the Oscars -- you either care or you don't. If you live here and care, the caring becomes an all-out life-consuming endeavor ("the in-duh-strrryyyyy" and all of that). If you live here and don't care, the not caring must also become a rather consuming endeavor because you simply cannot escape the billboards, the ads, the stars all shopping and starving and prepping for the big day. At the bare minimum, you cannot escape the blocking off of many key streets for an ungodly amount of time. Which is kind of annoying when you try so hard not to care.
The net effect, sum game, what have you: As a writer, I love film. It's a natural, don't you think? I like to see what was included, not included, what choices were made with the story and why. Fine. As a woman with a penchant for excellent shoes and lovely dresses, I can get into the whole red carpet thing. Fine. I can even -- dare I say it -- get into the award ceremony itself (except for the fact that it's a big popularity contest and not ever really about merit). I just can't get into the idea of Los Angeles turning itself inside out for the whole shebang. It's not that important and it seems self-important for everyone to make it so. (Full disclosure: my magnified hippie vibe may indeed be related to my recent viewing of the mind-blowing film The Future of Food, in which the effects of genetically-modified food are examined with frightening results. Yes. My disdain for Hollywood nonsense may hinge on this newly-watched film fear.)
And my point is: A soul this conflicted could only find cathartic release from blogging about it with fantastic bloggers and writers who are likely less conflicted and far more educated. Right? Right. Also, I make it a rule to not leave the house on Oscar day. I will hunker down with sweets & drinks (I don't have to squeeze into an Oscar gown on Sunday) and blog away. So, do check the site throughout the event. I may lose my mind or I might find my soul. At the very least, I will have harsh words for poor dress choices. That is all.
