On Not Watching the Oscars

I thought of a lot of blah blah blah I could write, but the truth is actually quite simple. The Oscars have nothing to say to me because the mainstream Hollywood industry has nothing to say to me. I’m a woman over forty: where are my peers? Apart from Meryl Streep, whose consistently stellar abilities are taken for granted while people go into paroxysms of praise for male actors who take on any kind of variety in roles, older women have mostly been turning to television because film-makers are allergic to wrinkles on female bodies. In men, it’s character — of course (they’re so distinguished). Hollywood prefers women skinny, young and stupid.

I’ll vote with my feet.

Will it matter? Nah. They’ll still get their coveted demographic of 18-25 males — who will assume that that’s what women are like (and presumably trust that all women go off on some kind of Logan’s Run death trip after 30). Hey, there was a young man on one internet list I was on today arguing that women went into prostitution because they “liked sex”. It’s all about the ‘pimps and ‘hos’, you know.

P.S. I tried to find an article on Older Women in Film I had read before at the Guardian and it came up blank. Fitting, eh?