Good morning, Monday. Howzit? It's cold in NYC and I'm snuggled into my Monday and getting down to it.
Of course you know I watched the Globes last night and obviously I looked at all the glamour. Just so you know, I only care about Michelle Williams- her lack of artifice and bling and short hair was life affirming (yes I'm weird) and Emma Stone is just the perfect winner of the evening in a star studded dress (literally) by Valentino. Perfection.
But what really got me going and oohing and aahing were not the gowns, but the tuxedos. On the dudes. The dudes won fashion at the Globes this year and that's that.
Glover in his brown tux. Gucci. Very cool.
Gosling in his white dinner jacket. Gucci. Good stuff.
Hemsworth. Reynolds. Hamm. Patel. PINE. Yes he gets caps. He's gorgeous. End of story.
Reynolds or Gosling? Reynolds or Gosling? The mind wanders.
Timberlake. Legend. Mr. Robot. All of them. Gorgeous. Rugged. Bearded. Gorgeous.
And the beard parade was so the thing last night. And I don't mind it. In fact, I quite like it.
The ladies? Meh. No beards, of course. But meh. Whatever.
Nicole Kidman just needs to stop. Stop everything. She must never put another needle into her face. Insanity. And Drew Barrymore's face looked super weirdsville too, as did many of the ladies who were just trying too damn hard and injecting too many things into their mugs- from too much side boob, front boob, boob in general. Desperate. I hated it. I literally felt pain for Amy Adams in that sausage casing of a Tom Ford dress. No woman should be suffocated by her own skin the way Amy was last night. Hated it.
Sure some ladies looked pretty- Mandy Moore was a beauty, for instance in navy blue. And Ruth Negga looked super modern in a zipped up look by Louis Vuitton, who killed it on the red carpet for the women as Gucci did for the men. But then came Meryl, and really, after Meryl, nothing else mattered.
It's true sometimes I roll my eyes over all the Meryl madness that inevitably surrounds every awards show. But her words as she accepted her globe were indeed, golden. They set the tone. They were responsible. And they spoke to our collective anxiety as a creative class and country which has always celebrated diversity. I'll never forget that speech- her confidence saying the words as the audience sat in rapt adoration and attention. And yes, as expected, the social media universe exploded with updates and tweets of "Meryl 2020". Why not? Why the heck not? If a reality star can become President, why not a real national treasure? I love you, Meryl. Don't change. Don't try to sausage yourself into a dress or remove the features from your face with too many fillers. We love you just the way you are.
So the takeaway from last night? Since Lala Land was the big winner, it's clear this country needs a happy dance number once in a while to get back in step. And that men had a real moment last night, as did Meryl, who shined brighter than any of the other ladies there because she used her smarts over her sex appeal to steal the show. And really, what's sexier than that?
Also the ladies who won for me last night were not overly sexed up, tarted up, glammed up. They were charming. Little Eleven looked delightful, Emma as mentioned, Michelle Williams, and of course, Meryl. All charming lovely ladies not overly indulgent when it comes to being uber sexed up, dolled up, tarted up. And that's why the men looked fab too- simple tux shape with a bit of character aka a beard? Instant charm. Perhaps in an uncertain world charm is more important than va voom? Just a thought. Even Kim Kardashian is toning it down these days.
Cause that's what's up this post Globe Monday in the 212. Yours, in using your words and charmed, I'm sure. XO