I’ve mentioned once or twice or a million times that I’m an awards show junkie. I realize that they’re silly and sometimes really boring and have little to no effect on society or my day-to-day life. But I don’t care. I like seeing people get all dressed up and sparkly and watching them cry happy tears and make heartfelt speeches. I enjoy the grand spectacle, even if some people (my husband) don’t understand it.
That said, I am also a living, breathing, woman with a shit ton of insecurities. Seeing a bunch of already beautiful women glammed up and traipsing around in dresses that cost more than what’s in my bank account can be a tiny bit depressing—especially when I’m sitting on the couch in sweatpants from college with a messy top knot and a bowl of ice cream.