Jamie Lee Curtis Puts Down the Yogurt to Accuse the Oscars of Being Misogynist

Shame on you, Jamie Lee

The woman in the photo above took to Huffington Post to complain that the Oscars and Seth MacFarlane’s performance as host were downright misogynistic.

Jamie Lee Curtis’s main gripe seems to be the opening number song ‘Boobs’, an amusing joke talking about all the women in the audience who bared their breasts. She admits that even the grand duchess of etiquette, Jame Lee Curtis herself, has bared some nips on the stage, but then basically accuses the industry of roofying her into it:

I didn’t like doing it. I didn’t ask if I could do them topless. I did what was asked of me for the part I was playing. Mostly asked by men.

Then there’s this gem:

When did (the Oscars) turn into a “roast”? At least at a roast you know what’s in store. What if actors and actresses stopped attending the Oscars because it was deemed open session to ridicule and parody them?

Um, Jamie Lee, grow some thicker skin. First off, you weren’t even in the audience or made fun of once during the whole telecast. So maybe don’t speak for others. Secondly, you know what, if you’re paid how ever many countless millions of dollars to star in a movie–which you just phone in anyway–and you can’t take a random joke at your expense, then that’s too f*cking bad. Because frankly, I don’t care. Deal with it. People get made fun of all the time in real life and they don’t have a trailer to run back to and cry in until the 1st AD calls them back onto set.

But I saved the best whine for last:

‘Oscars are about honoring art and artists. It is not supposed to be a cheesy vaudeville show…I am sorry that this is what we are talking about and not Argo’s lovely win or Jennifer’s amazing performance or Daniel’s eloquence and humor and grace.’

It’s statements like that which lead me to believe that Ms. Curtis has mistakenly spent the last 30 years watching an episode of Masterpiece Classic on PBS and not the Oscars telecast as she believed. The Oscars is where a bunch of Hollywood peeps get together and self-fellate themselves for what they believe is world-changing work. Like when Anne Hathaway used her win to express a desire that she wishes to live in a world where poverty and bad things no longer have to occur. Oh, is that all Ann? How long have you been a Goodwill Ambassador for the UN now?

The Oscars aren’t about celebrating the arts. They’re about bragging right. And guaranteeing that for at least one night, the token Jew writer who wins will get laid from a hot piece of ass.

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