And the winner is...

From all the buzz on the morning shows in tele, I gather that the Oscars are about to happen. Yep, the Oscars...It's the highest honour for actors and other people involved in the film industry, it's like their Christmas. The Oscars showcase hundreds of gowns for all the top fashion designers. It provides hundreds of jobs for hairdressers, make up artists (and probably a few botox clinics), people laying down red carpets, valets, lighting people and washed up daytime actresses as hosting E! News interviews (Lisa Rinna anyone?).

I admit I'll look through the first few pages of Who Weekly at the checkout next week to scope out what all the starlets wore down the red carpet. And if I'm at the movies and a film is advertised with "Oscar Winner - Best Film" I'll probably give it a go. And I will watch You Tube clips of any major wardrobe malfunctions or accidental swearing. But the Oscars themselves? The long winded speeches? The cringey presenters? The crying? The air kissing? The arse kissing? Puh-leeze!! It goes for HOURS.

Who bloody cares that much? Seriously. I know some people wet themselves over this stuff and even have Oscar parties complete with red carpets, photographers, satin gowns, up-do's and boozing on whilst watching the whole saga streamed live. But why?! If it's just an excuse to have a party whilst you're supposed to be working then I completely understand.

But if you actually love the Oscars...I've never understood the fascination....maybe you can enlighten me? Please state your case so I can be prepared for it next week.



If only it was a bong