O.K., I’m a bah humbug. I’m not a fan of the Academy Awards. I gotta’ admit, though, I do like looking at the gowns – but that’s about it. It seems to me that its’ much ado about not much.
Don’t get me wrong. There’s nothing I’d rather do than watch a movie. I used to love going to live theater but years ago, I decided it wasn’t worth buying the expensive tickets. Too often the tickets were wasted because it wasn’t worth the effort to get there and try to stay awake … with my sick body. Movies are much a sounder bet when you need a flexible life style. And, then if it takes too much energy to leave your house after a day of work , there’s the big screen t.v. and Netflix.Â I love it.Â So, I’d say I definitely qualify as a movie fan.
But, back to the Awards. I don’t understand why people should get awards for just doing their jobs . . . and getting paid bucks for it, at that! What about the rest of us who act all day and every day?
No, I would be interested in the Women with Chronic Illness Academy Awards:
Best Actress Award: To Sandy, who acts like Mother Teresa to her co workers even when her muscles ache and the pain runs through her legs each day.
Best Direction Award: To Pamela for keeping the focus on her vision for herself and what she needs to do.
Best Makeup Award: To Barbara for managing to look great (at least that’s what everyone tells her) even when she has barely slept the night before because of wracking pain.
Lifetime Achievement Award: To Catherine for 30 years of getting out of bed, going to work and never complaining to her co-workers about how she felt (except, of course, her best friend LuAnne).
Maybe next year.