The skinny on the Oscars
Yes, I watched the Oscars last night, at least intermittently, although I probably wouldn't have if I hadn't been invited to a party where Oscar-watching was the stated activity.
And I just need to say this: what's up with the starvation thing? The women in Hollywood have always been pretty slim, but this is getting ridiculous. For the most part, they looked ghastly and skeletal.
And what's with the rags, and the bows on the shoulder the size of mini-me?
And please, olive green doesn't suit hardly anybody, especially for evening wear.
My favorite blog remark on the proceedings was this one:
Manolo loves the Dolly Parton! Even if she is slowly being carved into the simalacrum of Joan Rivers.
Dolly, you've jumped the shark, I'm afraid. Please eat something, and stay away from Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon.