Worse, the whole thing is a giant mutual masturbation society meeting. Ugh.
What other industry has the ability to project that vomit into your home? Nobody wants to watch the annual awards ceremony at the National Insurance Adjusters Society meeting.
True enough. And they are so very insular, practically incestuous. A most telling moment was when Sally Field said “you like me” to the Academy. Who knows what she was thinking but my interpretation was that despite working with those people for however many years, she never really trusted them until they actually gave her an award. Probably a bunch of two-faced double-crossing back-stabbers.