For those who love award shows, tonight is the Grand Pooba of them all – the Oscars. Arguably, I’m sure – and I’m one of those party poopers who isn’t really into them.
Except of course when cute kids and toddlers re-enact them. I can get behind such styles of tom-foolery. It’s hard for me to take such a ‘prestigious’ affair seriously, when, all-too-predictably, no females were nominated for directing or producing a film.
It’s not like the talent hasn’t been there this year, it’s par the course with the Academy Awards.
“In 85 years, only four women have been nominated for a best director Oscar and only one has won”, Women In Hollywood. Of course much of the female directorial and production talent usually lies within the indie scene – which, as I understand it, is much like the indie music scene.
A lot of excellent talent and work goes unrecognized by big Award conglomerates. Lets just take a look, for example, at who the voting members are of the Oscars’ ‘honorary organization’. All I know is that they, and the Board of Governors are some pretty big dogs in the cinematic world and I’m going to go out on a limb and say the politics of money is involved one way or another.
I know, me and my silly conspiracy theories. Next, we are going to talk about GMOs. I kid.
That’s later next week.
What does any of this have to do with toddlers you may ask? Well, there is that cute video down there I was talking about earlier. Also? I think about pretty much everything in a parenting context these days. As in what sort of example do I set for my children regarding television and cinema – the media at large. What message do I want to give my kids about what is cool, what we should find enjoyable, what sort of things/people we should strive towards mimicking, adoring and idolizing?
Sure, I fully support and encourage my daughter’s tutu wearing, baby doll adoration and hair accessory addiction. (Already. So young). Obviously I know I won’t be able to control the inevitable, Bieber fever. Think of that as a term, not the person – because he’ll be dried up by then and it will be someone else. But maybe, just maybe – I’ll have an ounce of influence come their tween and teen years. I’ve seen it happen.
I also want to ingrain into my sweet little girl’s skull that these things are not the things that matter the most. These are not the ways in which she needs to rely on how she shines in this world. As my pal and Kinnie Starr said earlier today, “There isn’t ONE woman nominated for prestigious behind the scenes awards at the Oscars. So no, not interested in watching how the women are dressed and ‘looking at the pretty outfits’ – kinda more into what women DO.” (This from a woman who you are going to want to catch up with on the Huffingpost).
Do I think my daughter is watching every little thing I do? The things that interest me? What I aspire to be and why? Heck yes. Even now in some ways. Even at this young age. Sorry to be the wet blanket for those of you whom love the glitz and pomp of the Oscars. I’ll shall leave all of you – lovers or haters, with the silly little video that spawned this post in the first place.
Top Image Photo Credit: Screen Crush
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