I imagine that I’d be pretty gushy if I had attended Academy Award after-parties full of movie stars, but the coverage in today’s Post by William Booth and Hank Stuever is really kind of strange. Namely, they inexplicably compare themselves to rodents, in the lede, no less. Then they stroke an Oscar statuette.
Bar. Bar. Bar. We claw onto a corner spot like exhausted little flying squirrels, keen for a drink. Then our radar blips. Oscar!
There is a statuette, just sitting there on the counter, and we begin to pet it, nice kitty, nice kitty.
Join them in the “Oprahsphere.”