Hollywood High
How much, exactly, do you think Hollywood is like high school? Forget the Paris/Nicole/Lindsay clique for a sec, but among the royalty - the actual actors - are celebrities just a bunch of drama nerds fighting for street cred now that they can afford Botox and trophy wives?
Monday's Golden Globes seemed like the most awkward prom I could imagine. The mixing of film with television is like cheerleading with band - they both contribute nicely to the football game but would never tailgate off campus together. The Beverly Hilton just held such a motley crew, I have to wonder how closely the politics at that "intimate" dinner resembled that of the table status at my high school cafeteria.
When Felicity Huffman gave her heartfelt acceptance speech for Transamerica, she seemed oddly insecure; I wondered if she was secretly scared that mighty Gwenyth would think her a dork. Pregnant Gwenyth, of course, was probably more worried about if she looked fat. (Um, she did.) Back in the bleachers, I can imagine Eva Longoria trying to rally her slighted Housewives into a group brawl against underdog winner Mary Louise Parker; but, that same vision has Julliard graduate Marcia Cross brushing off her Freshman-nominee co-star before they make it to the student parking lot or after-party at Trader Vics.
It's just so easy to assume that celebrities, by virtue of their shared profession, all know each other and party on weekends at Clooney's house on Lake Como. Despite what the tabloids may tease, I want them to get along! But when they're all packed in the same room for a high-pressure, possibly career-changing, four-hour photo-op, it's easy to pick up on the most basic of insecurities that remind us that celebrities are human too. (Even Mariah, I suppose. Do you think she and Geena D. get their chipmunk special from the same derm?)
Detailed Golden Globe coverage, for those who care, can be found here.
Monday's Golden Globes seemed like the most awkward prom I could imagine. The mixing of film with television is like cheerleading with band - they both contribute nicely to the football game but would never tailgate off campus together. The Beverly Hilton just held such a motley crew, I have to wonder how closely the politics at that "intimate" dinner resembled that of the table status at my high school cafeteria.
When Felicity Huffman gave her heartfelt acceptance speech for Transamerica, she seemed oddly insecure; I wondered if she was secretly scared that mighty Gwenyth would think her a dork. Pregnant Gwenyth, of course, was probably more worried about if she looked fat. (Um, she did.) Back in the bleachers, I can imagine Eva Longoria trying to rally her slighted Housewives into a group brawl against underdog winner Mary Louise Parker; but, that same vision has Julliard graduate Marcia Cross brushing off her Freshman-nominee co-star before they make it to the student parking lot or after-party at Trader Vics.
It's just so easy to assume that celebrities, by virtue of their shared profession, all know each other and party on weekends at Clooney's house on Lake Como. Despite what the tabloids may tease, I want them to get along! But when they're all packed in the same room for a high-pressure, possibly career-changing, four-hour photo-op, it's easy to pick up on the most basic of insecurities that remind us that celebrities are human too. (Even Mariah, I suppose. Do you think she and Geena D. get their chipmunk special from the same derm?)
Detailed Golden Globe coverage, for those who care, can be found here.
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