Gosh I like Ricky Gervais. I like his cynicism, I like his self-deprecation, and I do like good snark. But I didn’t like him at the Golden Globes.
Last night he was simply…mean.
Angelina Jolie is a bad actor. The HPFA president is incontinent. Tom Cruise and John Travolta are closet gays. The Sex and the City actresses are old and ugly.
Take that! BOO-YAH.
Some people thought it was funny, if uncomfortable. I just found myself uncomfortable. When I tried to figure out why, it struck me: he was touching on every person’s greatest insecurity.
Perhaps I’ve gotten wishy-washy in motherhood. Maybe my early forties have mellowed me into a humorless marshmallow. Or maybe it seems that at the same time I am shrinking away from the venom in politics, arming my kids from the early rumblings of mean girls and schoolyard bullies, I just don’t want my entertainment cruel.
I thought she had a point.
Do you think 2011 will be a year of kindness? Is mean out? Or will cynicism and snark always get us through the tough times?