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Against all the indoctrination of the feminists, the Oscars abound with feminine desires. The supreme of which is to appear beautiful (and feminine). Almost all the celebrities present go through great pains to look as glamorous as possible, with rented gowns and jewelry just for the day (or night). I don't quite understand why this is. But I will venture my observations.
Hollywood, despite being hijacked by the boho lefty types, still basks in its old glory. Without that history and tradition, there would be no Hollywood. In fact, modern Hollywood would soon be lost in the pathetic, and often tragic, digressions of its stars who ventured into alcoholism, and now suicide by an increasing number of its young male actors. Such transgressions are minutely followed by the crude, crass paparazzi, who report to us the sordid details. Modern Hollywood does not have an inch of glittering silver, but is mired in amorphous mud.
So, modern Hollywood desperately needs the old, truly glamorous one, where the mundane (and often squalid) lives of stars were kept secret from the admiring public, which only saw the sparkles. This one night a year, Oscar night, stars can resume that old wonder of Hollywood, and the public forgets their unglamorous lives outside of the movie screen. Modern Hollywood and its public crave for tradition, and relive it once a year. This way, we are temporarily able to regain our trust in this Hollywood, which miraculously revives itself for one night, which we hold on to for a full year until another Oscars.
