Last night, I did what 99.9 percent of America did not do: I watched the 2024 Golden Globes.
Partly because I’m a masochist, and partly because I wanted to see the Hollywood elites emerge from their Ozempic dens (I like what you’ve done, Oprah.)
But the night was a bore, right from the “what are you wearing” chatter, when various TV “personalities” fawned…
