In Which Jodie Foster Feels All The Things night I watched the Golden Globes. I could tell I was in a fragile place of life, because I got in my pajamas, grabbed a bag of M&Ms, and for several hours, watched a bunch of celebrities pretend to be shy and grateful and embarrassed to be awarded for their work. I could tell that I was trying to escape some very pressing realities, because I ate up every minute of it, every awkward close-up, every sore loser pout, every fake tear and … [Read more...]