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How “the slap” blinds us.
SPOILER ALERT: Award shows are stupid.
Media Awards. I’ve won a few in my day. Before I became Sexy Hermit, a writer, I used to work in TV doing it all. In the 90s, I used to produce and direct a lot of college sports through our public access cable channel. Up until very recently, I’ve also done some acting. Thanks to one particular local producer-director, my work with him has been in film fests all over the planet. I’ve won awards for doing all sorts of these things. Nothing on the level of getting near to an EGOT but some were international anyway. I only say this to hopefully not come off as “just another loser that hates people for being successful.” I begrudge no one for winning anything. I too have had my fair share of success with regard to awards.
Who cares?
No one.
I’ve known too many people who chase awards like an old-timey dog to a fire engine. Sometimes those dogs catch up to the engine and get pats from the firemen. Most often they just eat dust. Either way, the only one that gets much out of the deal is the fire engine…
