The Fuss

Just finished watching the Golden Globes. It was glitzy, glamorous, yada yada. I watched the red carpet and enjoyed looking at all the pretty people in their pretty pretty clothes. Ryan Seacrest was his normal plastic self, which is just what this sort of occasion calls for. Overall, though, the ceremony left me with a thought that is not by any means original or new, but is certainly important: why all the fuss?

While I understand that a huge amount of time, energy, talent, passion, creativity, and artistry go into making films and television shows, I sometimes wish we could redistribute the amount of media attention and awards ceremonies to other deserving professions. We don't get red carpet galas and primetime telecasts for teachers, doctors, police officers, firefighters, the armed forces, dentists, plumbers, construction workers... the people who educate us, protect us, help us to stay healthy, build our houses and pave our roads. We have all sorts of prestigious awards for the people and things that entertain us (not just TV and movies, but theatre, writing, even video games), but we don't dedicate enough attention and praise to the people and professions that have the biggest effect in our communities and lives.

I'm a storyteller. I get that there is power in stories, that they go beyond mere entertainment value. But I also understand that the things stories are about are just as important - if not more so - than the people who tell them. I just wish we were as enthusiastic about cops as we are about cop dramas, that we'd give as much money to our local glee clubs (and arts education of all forms) as we do buying iTunes recordings from a fake glee club on TV.

In a perfect world, right? But we still live in this one. So, that being said... Seacrest out!