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Globes

I. Love. Award season. I gobble up award shows like Jordan Belfort does Quaaludes. (Have you all seen “The Wolf of Wall Street” yet? Excellent film.) I’m not sure what sparked the interest, but it’s been an addiction for the past ten years or so. When each new season rolls around, I giddily strategize my DVR for best red carpet viewing and commercial fast-forwarding. The only red carpet coverage I’ll watch is E! and their 25 cameras, even though Giuliana Rancic annoys the you-know-what out of me. As corny as he is, I still like Ryan Seacrest. Kelly Osbourne is tolerable and I think Ross Matthews is hilarious. When I watch them, I want to be them. It’s always been one of my dreams to report from a red carpet. I’m obsessed with stars, not because they’re famous but because of how they became famous. It fascinates me how some come from backgrounds like trailer parks and drug addiction and somehow wind up on the A-list. Plus, I can’t cry on command and I’m intensely intrigued by anyone who can. Character quirk. Anyway, to interview a celebrity is very high on my bucket list.

Technically, award season is ongoing, but the good stuff doesn’t roll around until after the new year. It usually kicks off with some lighter fare—the People’s Choice Awards, for example, which aired Jan. 8—but things start to heat up with the Golden Globes, quickly followed by the Grammys, then the Oscars. It’s an exciting couple months for an entertainment geek like myself. Continue reading

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