by Macaroni

Basketball is not one of my favorite sports. I admit it. That said, I do like the prospects of friendly competition between myself and Pesto (my husband). Those brackets really get me excited and then choosing between state and private schools, akin to choosing between Democratic and Republican candidates.

While my interest in basketball is feigned, my interest in the Oscars
isn't. This isn't just about the elegant evening gowns and sleek tuxes,
which bring pleasure to my eyes. For me the Oscars symbolize the joy that film brings–transporting me to another place, inducing intense feelings. (I commonly have to bring a lot of tissues….) Celebrating the Oscars has been fun, but arguably this wasn't the case when I first moved to NYC.

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