The Oscars: My Super Bowl

Guest Post: Troy is a TDS graphic designer, kickboxing instructor, and Oscar fan.

Film_stripI love awards shows! I really do (there I said it!). They are my Super Bowl. Feel free to judge me all you want. Quite frankly, I am used to it. I am secure enough with myself to admit it and take it. But I would like to say that, unlike my friends who favor sports over…well, anything else in this world, I am able to refrain from monumental blowouts and outbursts.

For instance, I have never screamed at the TV when my favorite nominee doesn’t win. I have never thrown a piece of furniture, a glass, or food against the wall. I have never jumped on my feet in a fit of rage, yelled at my significant other, or even lost money on an award show. And by saying this I don’t mean to be ripping on, or judging sport lovers, because I really don’t.

I just want to be clear that passion, hobbies, and entertainment comes on all shapes and forms. You may think my subdued behavior is because I don’t care enough or don’t take award shows seriously or that I’m not committed enough. Oh how wrong you are! I care more than you can possibly imagine.

Now, the reason that I love awards shows may not be what you would think. It isn’t about the clothes. I really don’t care “who” someone is wearing (and want to remind the interviewers that these people aren’t actually wearing anyone). I don’t care about the glamour—I find that a facade. I don’t care about the fancy sets, or seeing all the stars (after all, I see stars all the time on the tabloid covers while I’m standing in line at the grocery store). I love award shows because for one brief moment, you get to see someone in a moment of pure joy and happiness.

For that one moment you get to see someone rewarded for something they love to do and have passion for. You can see it in their eyes, their smile, their entire face. We get to witness someone feel acceptance and love. And you also see their appreciation for winning—not just for the award but for their life, their good fortune, their family, their loved ones. How often do we get to see that in this world?

I will admit that awards shows are not without fault. Yes, I love viewing the winner’s reaction but I can’t help but think, “Isn’t this just superficial happiness?” Is it as defining or rewarding as giving birth, getting married, watching our children grow? Of course not. And award shows are really rather self-congratulatory ceremonies and so the egos involved must be gigantic. I also gasp at the thought of the amount of money they spend on these events (I feel the same way about sporting events)—that money could probably feed a small country. And, let’s be honest, given all the politics surrounding picking winners, it’s basically is a high school popularity contest.

Yet, even with these issues, I am still drawn to award shows like a mere moth to a flame. The magnetic pull erases all logic and rational thought out of my brain. Maybe you think I need a new hobby, but I am a sucker for the moment when that envelope is opened and they read the lucky winner’s name. I am a witness, if only for a moment, to a human being experiencing unmitigated bliss…despite the shallowness of it all.

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2 Responses to The Oscars: My Super Bowl

  1. kris February 20, 2013 at 9:30 pm #

    I think it’s so great that your enjoyment comes from a positive place of seeing people at their absolute happiest. While that’s fun, I can’t say that I don’t enjoy someone like Taylor Swift’s disappointment when she loses an award even more.

  2. Cassandra February 20, 2013 at 9:58 pm #

    I have a warm fuzzy about awards shows, my mom and I used to get on the couch and watch the beautiful ladies strutting down the red carpet. We would critique the dresses and my mom would tell me how she would have styled their hair for that dress. Good, good, memories.

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