Due to the fact that my husband is a huge Walking Dead fan, I didn't get to watch much of the Oscars last night. Between the new episode of Walking Dead and the follow-up discussion show Talking Dead, the hours of 9 to 11 were already spoken for. After that, I just went to bed, although I hear the Oscars lasted for like 3 and a half hours this year, so I guess I could have still watched a good chunk of it. As it is, though, the only part of the Oscars I watched was Seth MacFarlane’s opening bit. I watched it because I've become a bit of a Seth MacFarlane fan ever since he hosted SNL recently, and because the opening bit of the Oscars is always the best part (though if you ask me nothing will ever beat the year Hugh Jackman hosted.)
The point is I watched Seth MacFarlane’s opening monologue. And I was uncomfortable, deeply uncomfortable, with his “We Saw Your Boobs” musical number. But I couldn't quite put my finger on why. It remained with me all day (not the least of reasons because it was so dang catchy). Something bothered me. Something upset me. Something made me uncomfortable, and I was loathe to admit it. After all, it was supposed to be funny. It was a joke. Supposedly those “reaction” shots of celebrities he mentioned were staged, faked for the sake of the joke inside the joke, the joke that the song that Seth MacFarlane sang was crass and unprofessional and “ruined” the Oscars. (So Meta, right?) But something made me go… that wasn't funny. That crossed a line. But I couldn't articulate, even to myself, why I felt it crossed a line, so I worried I was being too over-sensitive. I checked the blogs I usually read. When there’s an egregious display of sexism in pop culture, I can usually count on them to be all over it, to parse it, to explain to me what I was already feeling, deep down, but couldn't express. But nobody seems to be talking about this one. So I thought, and I thought, and I thought some more. I started to feel like Winnie the Pooh when he thinks too hard. And finally, I figured it out.