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Morning, folks! And happy MLK Day!

The Golden Globes were last night, and hoo boy were they chippy! Much to the chagrin of WaPo TV critic Hank Steuver, who apparently would have preferred that host Ricky Gervais act the ass-kissing buffoon, Gervais ventured to roast such sacred cows as The Tourist, Tim Allen, and the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, which puts on the awards. “You kept hoping the crowd would rise up and pummel Gervais,” Steuver writes.

Really, did I? Writing in the New York Times, Alessandra Stanley points out that when they were not being zinged by the host, several celebrities also piled on jokes at the expense of the journalistic corps that was honoring them. But who would ever accuse prickly artiste Christian Bale or Good Ol’ Bobby De Niro of fostering hostility? Writes Stanley:

The ceremony itself is almost always a fast-paced orgy of fashion, frivolity and self-congratulation, and often more fun to watch than the Oscars, partly because viewers can expect the unexpected.

So there you go. If you’re a celebrity who can’t stand a few jibes from a funnyman, surround yourself with sycophants elsewhere and have the HFPA mail your trophy. If you’re a press association who wants merely to bathe those you cover in blandishments and champagne backwash, don’t hire a famously irreverent comedian to host your show, particularly a comedian whose oeuvre includes poignant, semi-autobiographical discourse on the folly of kowtowing (See Extras, season 2). As last night’s broadcast ended, Gervais delivered his final and perhaps best joke of the night: “Lastly, I’d like to thank God for making me an atheist.” The British entertainer has made it plain in his work that he does not believe in God. Last night, he made it plain that he does not believe in treating celebrities like gods, either.

Whew, OK.

-In TBD, D.C.-based rapper Whitefolkz explains the difference between a “pimp” and a “mack.”

-Here on Arts Desk, Ryan Little holds forth on a new single by Hume.

-Congrats to Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, whose score for The Social Network netted them a Golden Globe last night. I watched the film yesterday for the third time, and while Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher certainly deserved the awards they won, I can’t imagine the film being being nearly as good without Reznor and Ross’s alternatingly pensive and sinister, electro-infused compositions.