I adore the Oscars. Always have. There are times I want to be cynical about it but…but…I can’t. I get teary over the speeches, I love gawking at the fashion (especially when it’s my kids who are doing the commentary), and really I love the whole premise of honoring art. Even if it’s commercial. Even if it’s debatably art at all. In some camps, I know that if it’s got even one whiff of Hollywood on it, one name-you-know star, one hit song, one happy ending, it can’t possibly be art.

Whatever. I’m getting too old to be that cynical. (Though I still think The Notebook is dreck and you can’t make me like it. Sorry Kristen.)  Continue reading →