These award shows are nothing more than an attempt to glamorize professions that are almost universally populated by soulless, godless sybarites, and to recapture some of the manufactured "glamour" of the Hollywood heyday. But as we've found out over the years, the glamour is as fake as the sets and the stories themselves. Behind that cardboard scenery and the bright lights is a pool of depravity, despair, and self-indulgence that makes a sewer look like Walden's Pond.
These people are unworthy of our respect.
Thank you Iron!
As an aside I’d like to reference all the homosexual molestation that goes on there also.
Think Danny Pintauro and Corey Haim.