Mr. Cope's Cave: Oscar Buzz Kill

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I don't suppose you're going to be watching the Oscars.

Well isn't that a coincidence. I, too, don't suppose I'm going to be watching the Oscars.

I suppose you think they're sort of... sort of...

Is "phony" the word you're searching for?

Yeah, that's it. I suppose you think they're sort of phony.

Au contraire. I've never thought the Oscars were phony. Insubstantial, yes. Irrelevant, yes. Inconsequential, yes. Meaningless, yes. Reflective of our society's sad delusions of having a personal stake in what's considered "The Best" of any entertainment genre... movies, actors, songs, albums, television shows, Broadway plays, off-Broadway plays, country-western tunes, sports teams, NASCAR drivers, TV commercials, whatever... none of which matters in the long run because whether it's declared "The Best" or "The Other Junk" has virtually no consequence in terms of whether millions of people are going to enjoy it anyway... yes. But not phony. To be phony, the Oscars would have to have little or no relationship to the way the world really is. And whether I like it or not, the world really is obsessed with watching rich, beautiful men and women parade themselves across the stage of our collective conscience like overly-bred poodles and Pomeranians at Westminster, and the rich, beautiful men and women seem to see nothing weird about that. So no, "phony" isn't the word I would use to describe the Oscars. "Bullshit," yes. But not "phony."

Goodness, Mr. Cope. You must be the funnest guy in Meridian to hang out with.

Totally. In fact, I've been nominated twice for the "Funnest Guy in Meridian to Hang Out With" title.

I don't believe you. You just made that up.

Oops! Caught me.