I enjoy watching award shows like the Golden Globes and the Oscars. Like most women who appreciate fashion, I enjoy oohing and aahing. However I can’t get into it like the TV commentators, the fashionistas, the reporter and bloggers do who spend so much time analyzing which stars wore plunging V-necklines or slits that exposed too much leg, and who deserves to be on the best-dressed list or vanquished to the worst-dressed list. In the larger scheme of things, it doesn’t matter. It’s all subjective anyway. Some people loved Nicole Kidman’s Alexander McQueen gown with its mesh-lined ribcage, while others hated it. The same is true of Halle Berry’s pink-patterned, thigh-high Versace, or Jennifer Lopez’s see-through Zuhair Murad number. (I think Anne Hathaway was perfection in that white-beaded strapless Chanel.)
I watch these awards shows hoping to be more than entertained. I want to be inspired. I want to glean some pearls of wisdom from these brilliantly talented people that I can apply to my own life.