… The white geezer.

Same as always. They gave one to Sidney Poitier in about 1975 and that was enough ‘diversity’ for any distinguished organisation, surely? What should they do? Give an Oscar to Philip Schofield just to keep numbers up? Would it be better if some of the nominees (all white) turn up in ‘black face’? Just to… sort of… well, ya know. Was just a thought. Possibly not my best.

You’d kind’a think that on the back of the ‘me-too’ thing and the whole ‘exposure’ of Hollywood norms and practices, that the big-wigs would just do something right, just in the interest of not causing more of a shit-storm than you really need. Would it have been so difficult for the ‘academy’ to find a few non-whites to nominate? How hard is it when our screens are simply teeming with wonderfully talented racial diversity? And its not like “well that would compromise our artistic integrity” because as we know from every previous year, the Academy has no integrity and makes its selections on purely political motives. So that’s all bollocks. Therefore they must actually have made the decision to reduce diversity. Which is indeed controversial. Which explains the furore surrounding tomorrow night’s little party.

Philip Schofield is gay!

First thought: who gives a shit?
Second thought: which one is he, again?
Third thought, once you realise which one he is: big surprise, that one. Course he’s fucking gay.

The whole thing is about ‘bravery’. He’s so ‘brave’ to come out like that, on tv. He did so because for years he’s had people make revelations about such things, to the public, and he’d thought ‘they’re so brave’. And so indeed Philip decided to be brave. So brave that having been married to a woman for 27 years he needed to… what, come clean? Make a rapid choice? Twenty-seven years. Unless he ‘caught’ his gayness in the last virus to emerge from China. The gay one. Because otherwise, presumably, he’s always been gay. I can’t speak from experience on this because I’m the world’s most heterosexual stud-machine manly of men. But I know what went through my mind, to the virtual exclusion of all else, between the ages of 13 and… and… well, I’ll let you know. And presumably Philip had thoughts too. Maybe more ambiguous than mine, who knows? But 27 years?

Who cares. Lila’s coming home. With Joey. Tonight. That’s way more important.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx