The Obligatory Oscars' Opus

As the millions of articles and sassy quips about the Oscars pour in from every Tom, Dick and Perez with a keyboard and a basic internet connection, I add my own.

The general consensus for Oscar attire is- thumbs down. Jennifer Aniston bored everyone to tears in her brilliant orange floor length gown by Valentino, and god forbid Anne Hathaway dresses in a modest Prada frock.

Actually, her dress isn't in the limelight, her nipples are. If I have to see another parody account about another current affair, my eyes may just roll out of my head. Did someone say that sarcasm was the lowest form of wit, because I think that needs to be updated to the 21st century.
Kristen Stewart and Jennifer Lawrence exchange a quick pitying look to one another- stuck in a forever typecast Hollywood for them. Unless they can pull a Johnny Depp-like transition and get the hell out of their 21 Jump Street. (Jennifer has those long, strong legs aka her natural wit and charm- however Kristen won't have a chance with those crutches/ monotonous acting abilities)

As social media, tumblr & twitter, rage on about who should have won in their redneck opinion, we need to pause and reflect on the real cause here. How many magazines are going to be sold based on who was trashed for wearing the irreparable non-complimentary shoe.
The only real saving point for this whole big Hollywood marketing ploy is Joseph Gordon Levitt, and his adorable twitter updates.