Alright, alright, let’s talk about this… uh… Hunter Shafer at the Golden Globes, yeah? That’s what the young folks told me to gab about. Golden Globes, sounds fancy, like somethin’ you’d win at the county fair, but for movie stars, I guess.
So, this Hunter girl, she was there. I saw her picture, all dolled up. Real pretty, like one of them porcelain dolls my grandma used to keep locked up in that glass cabinet. They said she looked “angelic.” Angelic, huh? Means she looked like an angel, I reckon. Like she just flew down from heaven, though I ain’t never seen an angel lookin’ quite like that. Always pictured ’em with bigger wings, ya know?
They said she was presentin’ somethin’. Handin’ out them awards, I suppose. Like when I used to hand out ribbons at the pie contest back home. Only difference is, these folks ain’t gettin’ ribbons for pies, they’re gettin’ ’em for actin’ and singin’ and such.
- They said she was wearin’ a pretty dress. I seen it, kinda flowy, the color of… well, hard to say. Like a fancy sunset maybe? Or a fancy bird? Them city folks sure do like their fancy colors.
- And her hair, all slicked back and shiny. Reminds me of when I used to grease up my pig for the fair. Not exactly the same, but you get the idea. Shiny, see?
- And her face, all made up. Now, I ain’t one for makeup myself. A little rouge on the cheeks for church is all I need. But these movie stars, they pile it on like spackle on a wall. Still, she looked nice, I gotta admit.
They kept sayin’ she had her own “inimitable red carpet style”. Big words them city folk use, “inimitable”… Sounds like somethin’ you’d get from eatin’ too many green apples. But I guess it means she dresses different, has her own way of doin’ things. Good for her, I say. Always better to be yourself than tryin’ to be somebody else. That’s what my ma always told me.
Now, they mentioned some other names too. Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift… Oprah somethin’-or-other… Sounded like a bunch of rich folks to me. The kinda folks who ride around in them fancy cars and never have to worry about where their next meal is comin’ from. Good for them, I guess, but I’m happy enough with my chickens and my garden. Keeps me busy, keeps me grounded.
This Hunter girl, she’s an actress, they tell me. Been in some movies and shows. I ain’t seen none of ’em, mind you. Too busy with my chores and my gossipin’ with the neighbors. But I heard she’s pretty good. Folks seem to like her, anyway. And that’s somethin’ in this world, ain’t it? Bein’ liked.
Golden Globes, red carpet…it’s a whole different world from mine, that’s for sure. But I can still appreciate a pretty dress and a nice smile, even if I don’t understand all the fuss. Seems like a lot of hoopla for a bunch of shiny trophies. But then again, folks like their hoopla, I suppose. Gives ’em somethin’ to talk about, somethin’ to look at.
And this Hunter Schafer, well, she gave ’em somethin’ to look at, that’s for sure. Angelic, they said. And maybe she was. Or maybe she was just a pretty girl in a pretty dress. Either way, she made a splash, I reckon. And that’s all that matters in that world, ain’t it? Makin’ a splash.
Anyway, that’s about all I got to say about it. Hunter Shafer, Golden Globes… Fancy words, fancy clothes, fancy people. Not my cup of tea, but it’s somethin’ to talk about, I suppose. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed my chickens.
