Here are some things that are an indictment to the futility, absurdity, self-absorption and total anachronism for an award that should have never become anything more than a bunch of mad men getting away for a couple of drinking days. And that’s all it should be.
Here, in no particular order, is a microcosm of its total fucked-upness.
3. And this
Oi vey (Yiddish for “holy crap.”)