Fame and Fortune – Monday Musings

         I don’t watch many movies anymore, there being a dearth of anything good unless you enjoy remakes and sequels from the last century, but we had our first snowstorm last night which called for a night on the couch with some mindless entertainment – ie. The Golden Globes, the first of the Hollywood award shows.   So in an effort to shake things up here, I thought I’d do a Monday version of Five on Friday – just some random thoughts on fame and fortune from the past weekend.     

Does Meg Ryan ever watch her old movies on New Years Eve?

I see from my five-year diary that I’ve watched Sleepless in Seattle the past three years on New Years Eve.   (Yes,I lead an exciting life).   Before that When Harry Met Sally was a staple of New Years television.   Meg Ryan is in her late fifties now.   Does she ever look back at how young and pretty she was and sigh.   And the fashions – while I was never a big fan of 80’s clothes they look stylish in a retro way and wider pants and bigger shoulders seem to be coming back in.   I always loved her French braid hairstyle in that movie.

Does Brad Pitt find it uncomfortable being the same room with all his ex’s?

Brad Pitt won for best supporting actor at the Golden Globes last night.   He was there by himself and cracked a joke in his acceptance speech about dating anyone he stands next to.   Gwyneth Paltrow (they were engaged once), was there, looking older and plumper, and Jennifer Aniston (they were married for five years), looking great as always, but they were at tables in a galaxy far far away.      Wouldn’t it be the tiniest bit awkward?  Thank God Angelina stayed home.  

How does Jennifer Aniston stay so young looking?

Come on we know it’s not the Aveeno moisturizer.   Maybe it’s the fake tan.  Why do some people age better than others?   Genetics, good bone structure, staying out of the sun.   You can have plastic surgery and botox, but it’s hard to hide a turkey neck.    Aren’t we all a little bit jealous?

Why is it okay for male actors to have wrinkles but not females?

Brad Pitt still looks good with a few wrinkles, but I didn’t see any wrinkles on anyone female.   It must be exhausting having to be so high maintenance.  While we’re on the subject of looks, why are women expected to be turkeys, (flashing lots of leg and breast but minus the neck) while the men can just show up as penguins (throw on a tuxedo)?   More on this double standard in an upcoming music blog.  

Why are there always so many ugly dresses on the red carpet? 

Yes, I know they want to stand out but the red carpet was a sea of strange colors, enormous sleeves, bell hoop skirts not seen since the days of the civil war (Scarlett O’Hara, not Johannsen), and weird criss-cross halter tops.    And it seems skinny is out now.   Even Taylor Swift has gained some weight.  Hardly anyone looks good in leprechaun green (Jennifer Lopez, Taylor Swift).    You’d think with all that money they could come up with something a bit more classy – think Audrey Hepburn. 

Why is Tom Hanks such a nice guy?

Tom Hanks received the Cecile Demille Lifetime Achievement award.   I was amazed at how many good movie roles he’s had though the years.   Why doesn’t someone like him run for president?  Such a nice decent guy, universally liked – a simple end to divisiveness.     Does Tom Hanks ever sit around on New Years Eve watching Sleepless in Seattle and think, hey I wasn’t bad looking back then.              

Enough about Fame – on to Fortune

How would you spend 70 million dollars?

The Canadian Lotomax is up to 70 million this week again.  No one won, but after seeing it on the evening news, I dutifully I went to the variety store at 8pm on Friday night to purchase my once in a trillion chance.   While not as big as the US Powerball lottery, it’s all tax-free, but how could you possibly spend all that money?    Other than buying the obvious things, vacations, houses, cars, more winter coats (see upcoming blog), giving to charity and those relatives speaking to you, what would you do with the rest?    Chances are I’ll never know.

(Okay, it was seven not five, but it’s only 700 words, and it was kind of fun).