The Golden Globes were last night.
Just in case your phone died, your power was out, or you’ve had no contact with the outside world in the last 24 hours.
And, unpopular opinion alert: watching the whole thing, I kind of felt a little bit, oh, sick to my stomach.
Seeing the uber wealthy celebs don all black, and take public cheap shots, and all but genuflect at Oprah’s altar, the whole evening just left a bad taste in my mouth, if I’m being honest.
It honestly just seemed like a bunch of petulant children, complaining, a la Verruca Salt, that their porridge was too hot or too cold.
I mean, many of these women, who are all publicly “championing” the end to sexual assault and harassment, have literally made their careers off of allowing themselves to be sexually objectified. It’s the reason they’re in those chairs. You want to tell me that your skintight black dress, that has slits UpToHere, or is sheer with strategically placed lace, is protesting sexual assault? Honey, take a look in the mirror. How about you cover your goods, and have a little self-respect and then let’s have the conversation. I’m not saying to wear a turtleneck and orthopedic shoes, but just don’t come at me with your crotch hanging out of your dress and tell me that you’re championing respect for women.
It just seemed a little hypocritical if you ask me. It doesn’t add up.
And not that by wearing provocative clothing is in any way, shape, or form “asking for it,” but there is a certain way to present yourself in public, versus how you present yourself in the bedroom. And that line has all but ceased to exist. I don’t know, maybe that was just how I was raised, but it is an act of love and respect to help our brothers in Christ not fall into the trap of sin, and maybe one way of doing that is, I don’t know…not dressing like you work at a brothel. Just a thought.
And I know, I know. Bring on the criticism. I think deep down, we all know it’s at least part true.
But what got to me more than snide remarks from the presenters, the militant feminism on display, or the choir of men, all visibly uncomfortable at the tone of the evening, was Oprah’s sermon on the mount.
Now, first. The fact that in the 75 year history of the Golden Globes, that there has never been a black woman to win that award, is a fact that we should all be ashamed of. And Oprah is absolutely, 100% deserving of that award.
Next. Oprah is a child of God. She has done tremendous good in the world. She has overcome a lot of challenges in her past and has successfully built a career that is transcendent, influential, and impressive.
However, Oprah is not God.
And should not be worshiped as one.
Listening to her speech, which, yes – it was powerful, articulate, passionate and incredibly moving – about some very difficult and real topics that need addressing and changing and tackling – listening to it, I felt as though I was being taken to church. Hints of southern baptist preaching came to mind, and I was half expecting to hear a “Can I get an amen?” at some point.
But the degree to Oprah’s revere is truly diety-status. And it makes me sick.
Oprah champions beautiful messages: Believing in yourself. Doing good for others. Overcoming adversity. However, her new age spirituality belongs in the dumpster. Because it is not Christianity, and it should not be touted as such.
To the point that, Christians should fear the mass-sheparding of the flocks of millions to her pasture of false truths and vanilla spirituality.
But back to her Golden Globes 2018 speech. The “new day” on the horizon for young women and girls.
Granted, I fully realize that I have been blessed with a solid and safe upbringing that, sadly, not everyone is fortunate enough to have. Sure, I had my health challenges, and had one episode of sexual assault, but my life has been incredibly secure. My parents are loving, Christian people who have been married over 40 years. There has been no domestic abuse, no poverty, homelessness, unemployment, racism, or prejudice that I’ve had to personally experience, and for that I am incredibly grateful. And I know that that is not the case for everyone. And that is heartbreaking. And if that’s reason enough to be wearing a black dress, then I guess sign me up.
This “new day” on the horizon.
Am I missing something?
This life that they’re complaining of….we have it so good. We live such a privileged existence here in the United States. We have health care. We can vote. Drive cars. Marry whomever we choose. Have access to clean food and water. We can go to college. Hold any job we choose — up to and including the President of the United States.
What about in third world countries, where women are still suppressed by men? What about in the middle east, where women are still “kept” by men, and prohibited from driving, or showing anything other than their eyes in public?
Truly, what room do we have to talk?
The sexual abuse that has been coming out recently here, is deplorable. And I am so glad that those predators and creeps are finally being called out and given the consequences they so deserve.
As an actor myself, I too, have been on the receiving end of unwanted advances made by “decision makers,” and have faced the career altering-consequences when I turned down those men.
But I have also, to the detriment of my career, turned down the numerous opportunities I’ve received to play great roles that also happen to involve nudity, sex, or other situations/dialogue that goes against my morals and beliefs. Why? Because I am actually championing women and the messages that art sends out into the world to young women and men about respect. Respect for others. Respect for oneself. Respect for marriage. Respect for life.
And I think that maybe, in addition to the black dresses and the stirring stump speeches, if Hollywood really wants to make a difference in the climate of respecting one another, they need only to look as far as the content they are creating.
Because truly, and sadly, they are the gatekeepers for the tone in our society. They are the trendsetters in every sense of the word. And much of the filth that comes out of Hollywood and onto our big and little screens across the country consists of nothing more than glorified, soft-porn that mocks God, glorifies unnatural beauty standards, and celebrates infidelity and promiscuity.
So don’t throw on a black outfit and tell me you’re championing women and fighting for respect.
Not with that track record.
It’ll take more than an Oprah sermon to get me to believe any of that.
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