As an entertainment editor who spends 40 hours a week reading and writing about movies, television and all things celeb, I naturally set an alarm for 8:15 this morning. Why? To find out which films and stars were nominated for Oscars, of course.
By the time my alarm rang, I’d already completed a hot yoga class, eaten a low-carb homemade breakfast and penned 20 pages in my creative writing journal. Just kidding. I angrily rolled over in bed, slapped my phone as if it were to blame for morning coming so soon and shuffled my way to the couch. I opened my laptop, ready to find out who had made the cut and who would be a headline in an inevitable Oscar snubs article.
I perused the list of names that had been announced by Issa Rae and John Cho already and continued to refresh the page as more names were revealed. Confusion quickly set in, along with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.
Sure, the expected films were there: Joker, 1917, Marriage Story. But where were the upsets? Where was the diversity? Where the hell was Greta Gerwig?