Moppa Can You Hear Me?

I’ve been to LGBT rights rallies with less LGBT rights rallies in them than the Golden Globe Awards. I blame the foreign press. That group of sods and fops and exiled entertainment reporters living off swag and junkets in Los Angeles. Every year they do their damnedest to extoll the awesomeness of small, poignant, social message films and TV shows and pretend that everybody watching hoping to catch Jennifer Lopez’s tits has seen any of this shit. One episode of Game of Thrones has a wider audience then every single TV show awarded last night combined. It’s niche. I took an hour long break after that chick who made that Amazon show about trannies shouted out a howdy-do to her ‘moppa’ back at home. I get it. mother poppa. I came back in time for the speeches on The AIDS in the 80’s and the movie about gays supporting coal miners nobody’s ever heard of and everybody pretending giving George Clooney a lifetime achievement award was anything more than a publicity stunt.  The entire event could’ve used a presentation from Michael Bay on commercial filmmaking while he simultaneously finger banged two whores fresh off the bus. I guess it was missing real Hollywood.

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