Golden Globes

Five minutes into the broadcast, I wanted to PUNCH the Golden Globes, the Hollywood Foreign Press, Kate Winslet, and America. That's right, America. Pow, right in the kisser.

Congratulations, you got paid millions of dollars to act like someone else. Go you. Watching your self-important acceptance speeches, you bunch of vapid talk-boxes, I found myself wishing I had Oedipus's courage so I could gouge out my own eyes. But then I wouldn't have been able to see Madonna, with her phony accent and inability to speak in full sentences, try to bring back the single glove. They're playing the music, honey. Shut the fuck up.

Oh, and a big fat bitchslap to myself for watching.