In which Joobie regresses to teenage girlhood

From my last post you might've thought I was interested in the Oscars mostly from a critical, cinematic spective. That's not...100% true. I'm partly in it for shallow, superficial, supremely non-feminist reasons. That is to say: pretty dresses!

Look at all these golden girls! As classy as Golden Girls of the Rue McClanahan variety, these ladies are all swathed in shimmering glossy gorgeousness and look every inch the goddess.






Jennifer tripped on her dress but laughed it off - now that's graceful.















Uma looks a bit like a fembot but still ravishing and statuesque.














And of course, Reese is the true golden girl of the night. She absolutely deserved to win, and I bet there was a very happy Witherspoon/Phillippe household after Crash won as well. I hope Ava and Deacon are very proud of their lovely, talented parents.









There were also a couple of nominated ladies who didn't win, but looked stunning nonetheless: Michelle Williams and Felicity Huffman.

Michelle has the striking porcelain radiance of youth and looks absolutely lit from within. Some people might not have liked her canary yellow dress, but I thought it flattered her pale skin and it was a welcome change on a night when most women chose neutral colors.











Felicity, judged by critics at previous events as "harsh" and "aged", looked warm and feminine and classy at the Oscars. Her plunging black gown might have seemed overly revealing to some, but I thought for a woman of 43 she looked strong and carried herself well.








Of course, let's not forget about the man-pretty either.

Look at that smile! Not a winner tonight, but just a gorgeous, talented, well-dressed man. And how could you feel bad about losing to this looker? Nominated for directing as well as acting, Clooney proved a great speech-giver and a great heckler - a real class act. Easy on the eyes, too.


So concludes my Oscar obsession. That is, until next year.