Like many of you, I loved watching the Golden Globes last night, and look forward to the many award shows yet to come.
SAG Awards. BAFTAs. Independent Spirit Awards. And of course, the almighty Oscars.
But a part of the process I don’t enjoy that much is the red carpet coverage. Sure, it’s fun to see the array of fashion do’s and don’ts, but the inane interviews make even the most beautiful gowns painful to behold.
I read a book last night instead. (You can see the dresses during the ceremony, right?)
Perhaps if I had a red carpet history like Tyler Sercombe, I’d feel differently.
Her mom Donna started taking her to premieres when she was a month old. They have been to about 60 so far.
Yep. I’d put my book down for that.