Boys in dresses. Girls in tuxedos.

I watch the Oscars because it reminds me that everyone’s human. If you ever, for one second, forget that celebrities are real people, this will remind you.


It’s a night dedicated to people who love what they do, who pour their heart into their job at all hours of the day, and then get a bad reputation for it. A group of people for whom we’ve reserved shelves in the check out aisle at the grocery store and in our own house.

They are the only people we don’t whisper about when we’re gossiping. Everyone else receives hushed voices but for them, we gawk and squeal. And we forget that they’re someone else’s daughter or sister or son or husband. Someone else’s friends and families.

And they have big gigantic dreams. Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, they sat in their own living room on the couch watching the stars who came before them. Dreaming of their own acceptance speeches, which they rehearsed in the bathroom mirror when they were eight years old, standing on top of a footstool while they brushed their teeth.

Some of them take the stage and use it for their own agenda. They want to save the world or dispel outrages in the popular culture.

The writer of The King’s Speech stood up for all those who stutter. In years past, Sean Penn spoke up about gay marriage.

The acceptance speech has become an art form. The most visible list of thank you notes in our nation.

Watching that last night, I realized these are real people with real passions and they’re trying to spread those passions across the world. They’re working tirelessly for 365 days out of the year to make us laugh, cry and everything in between.

And each year, we expect more of them. It should get harder, shouldn’t it? Every story’s already been told. It’s a contest to be most creative.

And yet we have the nerve to complain about the clothes they wear or the color they died their hair. So many people in our world are guilty of the same indiscretions and yet we magnify their lives and their missteps and we forget that they stumble over all the issues that come with being a human.

We forget that they have to roll out of bed and go to work at least five days a week. They stumble over interview questions and make awkward jokes and just try to be real.

They’re real. They’re boys in dresses and girls in tuxedos. They have immensely popular movies. And even greater dreams. Just like you and me.

Side Note: If you’re a woman who survived high school and/or college and all the social issues that come with it (bullying, body image issues, depression/anxiety, abusive relationships, etc.) and have a story to share to inspire young girls, please e-mail me –

5 responses to “Boys in dresses. Girls in tuxedos.

  1. I never thought of it that way. We really do put celebrities under a giant microscope and analyze everything they do. I don’t think I could handle it if someone did that to me on a daily basis. They are strong individuals who have to be 100% comfortable with who they are. That is something the average joe cannot do.

  2. I have never seen the Oscars – but I’m not a big movie buff either. I was however rooting for Black Swan and everyone involved with it this year, as well as Inception, because they were feats of imagination that were just incredible. I LOVE the angle you took on this – I don’t think anybody ever thinks of actors or the Oscars this way, and it’s a good thing to acknowledge sometimes – that they are not superhuman – they are, and were one day, very much like us. 🙂 Well done.

    Also just saw your footnote about surviving social issues etc. – would love to be involved!

  3. I love your microscope comparison. Especially because you’re a scientist. And I couldn’t handle that level of scrutiny either.

  4. Yeah, I always sort of end up watching without really planning to. But my friends are big into movies, all of them vying for some sort of position in Hollywood in the future. I loved both those movies as well. They both messed with my head haha.

    What’s your e-mail? I’ll send you some more info about it if you want.

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