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“I can’t even finish this sentence without getting dumber”: Tina Fey didn’t mince words when discussing recent comments by relatively prominent Republicans on the topic of rape while speaking at the Center for Reproductive Rights Inaugural Gala in New York City. Check out the 75 second clip for a brief clip of Fey’s thoughts on redefining rape, Richard Mourdock, and Todd Akin. source
Have the Golden Globes just beaten the Oscars at its own game? Thanks to last night’s announcement of the shrewd hiring of Tina Fey and Amy Poehler as hosts of its 2013 ceremony, it might have. High-fiving a million angels!
The Motion Picture Academy’s ceaseless struggle to produce an Oscars telecast that appeals to younger viewers while still maintaining a relatively high level of traditional pomp and circumstance is, by now, a point of ridicule. First there was the parading of a Tiger Beat troupe made up of High School Musical stars and Miley Cyrus onto the broadcast. Then, the fateful hiring of Anne Hathaway and James Franco as hosts. The tremendous crash-and-burn of the Brett Ratner/Eddie Murphy “edgy” producing/hosting team that never was. Yet the very embodiment of the “If at first you don’t succeed mantra…,” the Academy made another attempt at reaching the 18-24 demo, booking Seth MacFarlane, the man behind Family Guy, Ted, and nearly nothing that a majority of the aging Academy members have ever heard of, to preside over this year’s telecast.
It was a risky choice, and one that might have ended up seeming wise in the long run. That is, until the Hollywood Foreign Press ruined everything by landing what may be the most perfect combination of award show hosts that there has ever been: Fey and Poehler.
You know… Justin was cute and all before he opened his mouth and let some truly remarkable and despicable comments come out in the Rolling Stone article in which the man-child discussed a woman’s right to choose (clue here, Justin: if you can’t find your vagina, it’s best not to tell a woman what she can or can’t do with hers).
And now, this?
Because, the man is a wealthy, caring man, whose mother died tragically young, who has had tabloids and reporters follow his every move, not because of a choice he made, but because of the life he was born to. This is a man that fretted about not having the kiss cam focus on him and his wife at the Olympics, not because he was worried about the ridiculous write-ups or how he would “perform”, but because it would distract from the true people that deserve to be the focal point.
This is a man that works tirelessly on behalf of many charities and has slept on the street with homeless people, and who has had all the opportunities in the world to turn down his RAF duties in favour of his royal ones, and still flies with his crew on dangerous rescue missions - risking his life for his fellow countrymen.
He’s not your typical monarch and you go and criticize him on his hair? Because, quite honestly, if it was a choice between spending an evening with Prince William and his wife (or, not even his wife) and you, Justin Bieber, the finely follicled man-child that you are, I wouldn’t even have to ruminate for two seconds before I snatched up the invitation from the Prince.
It takes substance to carry on a conversation with people in this world - and if all you have to offer them is a good head of hair or a snotty comment about it? Well… that can always disappear, too… Honestly, I hope to God it does, but I guess in your world, where fans were in tears over your haircut, I can see where the shallowness would take hold… and linger.
I just hope that the Prince asked, “Justin who…?” When reporters asked him to comment. Then again, he’s a polite and well-polished man. I’m sure he took it good-naturedly. Besides - he’s married to a sophisticated babe… and you’ve got… oh, yeah… never mind.
" While filming 1993’s Groundhog Day, the producers pleaded with him to hire a personal assistant to facilitate better communication between him and the studio. [Bill] Murray acquiesced, sort of, hiring a deaf-mute who spoke only American Sign Language. "