There are so many serious concerns in the world. Right now, with the Russian invasion of Ukraine, I feel we’re probably as close to the brink of World War III as we have been since the cold war. Maybe closer.
But as is often the case, the more serious the issue, the more depleting it is and I’m de-energized to write about it. The childish games we play with the future of humanity is soul crushing. So, instead, here is 2 cents on the exceedingly trivial matter of Will Smith slapping Chris Rock at the Oscars last night. (Also, I’ve only had four hours of sleep, so that doesn’t help fuel any extensive writing, making this is my cop-out entry just to get something posted before the end of the month.)
I didn’t watch the event happen in real time. I haven’t had interest in the Oscars (or other award shows) for decades. Not sure I was ever particularly interested in them but for years I’ve been somewhat repulsed by them.
But anyway, the main event, so to speak, was the brouhaha around Will Smith slapping (and then cursing) Chris Rock for a joke he made. Will Smith went on to be awarded the Oscar for best male actor.
A lot of people are defending Will Smith since Chris Rock made some very insensitive comments about his wife. And, although I can understand the anger and desire to slap someone who said something about a loved one in my life, I’m also fully confident that if I did so as part of a work meeting, not only would I be fired, I’d be escorted out of the building with the distinct possibility of having the police called on me. I certainly would not receive any award that night and if future would-be employers ever got wind of it, I’m confident that I’d not be hired by any of them.
Also: kudos to Chris Rock for taking it all very well. I don’t think I’d have kept my composure nearly as well.
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