I'm Regina Small. I'm a writer and editor in NYC. I have a lot of opinions.
Interests include: sci-fi/fantasy, literature, summertime daydrinking, trying to be a better person, fancy manicures, philosophy, pictures for sad children, and the role of irony in the modern world. And fandom, of course.
I have another blog dedicated exclusively to science fiction/fantasy. Read it here.
Welp, I lasted about three minutes before I had to turn off the pre-Oscars red carpet coverage. These people…they just don’t speak a word of sense to me — the viewer — or to anyone they interview. Hearing two of these ladies who are stationed away from the red carpet (we need people “reporting” from the red carpet/talking to celebrities about nothing, and also people away from the red carpet to give their own breakdown? IDK) discussing the easy and fun relationship George Clooney and Stacy Kiebler appear to have based on them smiling pleasantly while being photographed is…I can’t. Memo to “entertainment” “journalists”: You don’t know these people. Don’t ask Viola Davis whether she imagined she’d be a trendsetter, because she’s not going to say “yes of course” because no one’s going to say yes except maybe George Clooney who will be all Mr. Ironic Charm. Here are my questions, if I were interviewing on Oscar night: “Oh, so you’re nominated tonight? Fantastic. Let’s do a shot?” or “Oh, so you’re not nominated tonight? That blows. Maybe next year. Let’s do a shot?” The end.