James Bright, Managing Editor, email@example.com
So I am kind of ridiculously obsessed with award shows. I don't know why. I just always have been.
Last night I sat down to watch the Golden Globes hoping for some humor and some upsets. I was treated to both.
What I didn't expect was the overwhelming irony that filled the screen courtesy of Jodie Foster's Cecil B. Demille award acceptance speech.
Today, many are speculating about whether her ambiguous prattle was her version of officially admitting being a homosexual. I could care less about that aspect of her speech.
What intrigued me was her apparent vendetta against media organizations and their ability to cut into the privacy of a star's life.
While I don't disagree with Foster's sentiment, I do find the venue for this outburst laughable. Lecturing viewers on privacy in what amounts to be one of the most watched and talked about events of the year seems to be a contradiction. Only a tweet that read "leave me alone paparazzi," would have been a more incredulous way of getting Foster's point across.
Still, the speech was quite lovely and certainly moving. It just seemed like a poor choice of venue for such a powerful and poignant message.