Virtual Viewing Party: The Oscars

There will be champagne, complete with the Pink Bendy Straw of Celebration . . .

There will be Girl Scout Cookies . . .

And there will be Fantasy GBF Tim Gunn*  . . .

*Unfortunately this one is just on the pre-show red carpet, and not in my personal residence.  I'm fabulous, but not quite that fabulous.  Yet.

Some refer to the Oscars telecast as the "Super Bowl for women".  The feminist in me** bristles at this description, since there are some women for whom the football-related Super Bowl is in fact the, um, Super Bowl.  Happily, I am not one of those women, so I've spent this week doing my mental happy dance about the Oscars telecast tomorrow and all of the spectacular outfit judging and champagne swilling to come.  

**Yes, there definitely is one, although she does get manicures & read "US Weekly" on planes. 

For those of you following me on Twitter - and if you aren't, dolls, why aren't you? - I will be over there talking nonsense about whatever deliciously berserk ensemble Tilda Swinton graces us with and the like.  For the rest of you who would, say, prefer an internship over at Lindsay Lohan's new self-tanner line*** to talking Oscar, apologies & promises to behave myself again on Monday. In the meantime, I've got some cookies to catch up on & movies to see.

***The jokes just write themselves sometimes, no?  Is there something we could possibly add to this felicitous news?

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A very overdue thanks to Kwana, authoress extroardinaire, and wonderful new blogette Prepster for the kind blog awards.  Thank you both!