Once upon a time I lived in a one bedroom cottage on Separation Street in Northcote and would peddle push bikes to Dan Murphy’s in Fairfield after my car got stolen, used in a robbery, and lit on fire in front of the Melbourne Zoo.

That was when I lived in Collingwood…

I came to Brisbane for some sunshine, which was lovely, but it’s been back-to-Melbourne time for like three years. So long, in fact, that I escaped to the greater New York City area for four months… culture starved.

The things that I love about Brisbane are ironically the same things I can’t stand. Like literally having no idea what’s happening in the world beyond what is immediately in front of me for the most part.

I actually love that I didn’t know the Oscars were on yesterday. Of course once I found out they were I was on that shit so I could crack jokes with all my mates in the States…

I went to oscar.com where I came across what they call ‘backstage footage’ which is essentially dressed up humans standing around looking awkward while the paparazzi takes photographs for other humans not lucky to have been invited…

… or something like that.

Then there’s the ‘thank you cam‘ where one particular actor who will remain nameless, thanks ‘everyone who celebrates a victory of being abused… and can stand’ before thanking their hair dresser. Only in America can someone go to a gala like the Oscars and shout out abuse victims before giving snaps to their stylist.

Does that clarify my love / hate relationship with yankee hype?

Another day of editing… I’m such a boring girl at the moment…