Oscars: They’re Like Bad Sex

The first Oscar Ceremony, 1929.
People get ready. Our Superbowl is near. I’ve come to the conclusion that the Oscars (which I think I have missed only twice since 1973), are like bad sex. There is a lot of anticipation, months of foreplay, lots of teasing, getting to a fever pitch… all leading up to mostly a huge anticlimax. The ceremony itself takes forever and then, if you are lucky, you can’t really remember anything.
True, there are a couple of thrilling moments here and there, but by the end of the long, agonizing evening one feels dazed and exhausted, wondering if no sex at all is better than bad sex.
Of course, the answer to this question, as far as the Oscars are concerned, is always: no.
We can’t wait to be disappointed.

Check out my musings on this year’s nominations here.