Monday, February 28, 2011

Suburbs of Our Discontent

If you were watching the Oscars last night--even if just for a minute--chances are you had to listen to one of the thousand times co-host Anne Hathaway shouted out: "It's the young, hip Oscars!" If there were a drinking game cued to it, you would have been drunk by the time they gave out the first statue.

I know, I know. She's adorable. And it isn't her fault that ABC was trying to boost their target demographic. And she did have to work with James Franco who spent most of the night looking like my disaffected stoner boyfriend from grad school. But, good God, how many times did I have to be reminded of how old and uncool I am? Not to mention poor Kirk Douglas.

And, p.s., what's so great about being young? The original Anne Hathaway, Shakespeare's wife, was a good eight years older than Will when they got married. She was pulling a Demi Moore centuries before Demi made it cool.

So step aside, young Hollywood, and take a cue from some seriously old ladies. Maybe we need to pull out our reading glasses to read our More Magazines, but we got it all goin' on.

1 comment:

  1. Totally agree. Watching (some of) the 3-hour self-indulgent cringe-fest made me hunger for a mature face who could effortlessly and elegantly put together a coherent sentence. Give me Helen Mirren! Hell -- give me Joan Rivers!