And the Oscar Goes To...

Ah, the Academy Awards. One of my two favorite awards shows (the second being the Tonys). What is this academy, you ask? That would be the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. There are over 6,000 members of this prestigious movie club who are picked by invitation only, but their identities have never been publicly disclosed. (Although, I did go to church with a member, and a friend and I may or may not have borrowed the copy of Slumdog Millionaire he was given for voting purposes.)

While I did not go so far as to print my own ballot, I did make my own educated guesses. I'm not sure how many I got right, but I was 3 for 3 on the big ones- Best Actor, Actress, and Picture. What some people don't seem to understand is that having the most critical acclaim can be a good thing. These awards are not about different tastes in genres, or being the most well-known in a category. It's about pure, raw talent. Yes, Natalie Portman and Colin Firth were predicted to win by pretty much everyone. Can you honestly say they didn't deserve it? And do you know why? Because they were obviously good. I don't know one person who saw either of their movies and didn't walk away with positive things to say about them. That's what it's about. Does the movie speak to you? Do you sit and watch and say, "whoa, that was good." That is how an Oscar is won.

    

                                                                                      

Movies are meant to take you to another place; to transport you out of your own life for an hour or two; to make you forget about your own joys and fears and let you experience someone else's. If a movie can do that, then it deserves acclaim. So, when you stand around the water cooler at work and critique everything you didn't like about last night's award show, remember this: the winner won because the most people liked them. They didn't win because they spent the most money or had the biggest name. The academy saw their talent, and was taken away by their performance, the way a motion picture should.

Reasons to be British

If I got a job in England, I would move in a heartbeat. I have always wanted to be British. They just seem so perfect with their accents and their polo playing. They can wear a hat without anyone assuming they are going to the derby, and Football is actually played with their feet. 

The invitations for William and Kate's wedding have been sent, and the dress code for the affair calls for Uniforms, Morning Coats, or Lounge Suits. While it sounds pretentious, it is actually fabulous. Also, it adds to my list of reasons why I want to be British. I would like my wedding to have this dress code. If you're wondering what this wonderful fashion terminology means, here are some pictures.

Morning dress is simple enough. It's a formal coat or dress worn in the morning, or before 5pm. Get it: morning coat? To Americanize it, think New England WASP. Also check out the hat. I can't get enough of them.

For the men, it's tails or a formal business suit. And look more hats!

I'm pretty sure uniforms are self explanatory, but in case you were wondering, here's what one would look like. 

So, will I be awake in the early hours of April 29 to watch my husband marry another woman the Royal Wedding? You better believe it.

Ready... Go!

Look! Another blog! What is this one about, you ask? Everything. That's right. Whatever I find amusing (and let's face it, I find everything amusing) will be expressed on this site. So get ready to see the world through the eyes of one very observant person with a mind that never stops. Let's start out simple. Here's a picture of the greatest city ever, where most of my posts will take place: