
The Importance of Story
In which I wax poetic about the Oscars, actually…
I realized the other day that the Academy Awards are tonight. I feel weird about watching them these days… there are so many good reasons not to. All that glitz, glamor, and privilege feels intensely wrong in the face of… well… (I gesture broadly at everything.) People are dying in genocides. People are dying from exploitation. People are dying from disease and poverty because their governments are run by greedy men. It feels trivial to care about which movie or which actor wins an award in the face of all of that, and when my own country is in the middle of a coup that not enough people are alarmed about. For all those reasons and more, I wasn’t going to watch.
But…
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