So by now everybody's heard about Will Smith smacking Chris Rock at the Oscars for a joke he didn't like.
(Wouldn't that be great, somebody says something you don't like and you can haul off and smack him.)
And as Rock said it was just a joke, Smith, now back in his front row seat [Academy note to self: seat him near the back next time] said "Keep my wife's name out of your f'ing mouth". In fact he said it twice.
And much to the Academy's continuing chagrin, 45 minutes later Smith is back on stage accepting the best actor statuette.
But the most hypocritical part - and Hollywood is full of hypocrites - was Smith's acceptance speech, when he was in tears saying he's used to taking abuse and being disrespected, saying "I want to be a vessel for love".
I almost spit out my avocado toast.
I know people have short attention spans these days, but did Smith think we can't remember back 45 minutes?
And these are the people who are constantly lecturing us about how to live our lives.
Usually during the Oscars.
The whole thing just makes you sad. Well, at least melancholy.
