I’m so glad I live in an age and society where females are treated as equals and women aren’t maligned. Oh wait. Right. That was before watching last night’s Academy Awards. A few minutes into the show last night, someone tweeted how this was “the only time of year millions of people wearing pyjamas and eating chips think they could do a better job.” I wrote back “this year, they could…” Sure, I loved cuties Daniel Radcliffe and Joseph Gordon-Levitt shuffling out “High Hopes”, and really, who doesn’t enjoy a good [caption id="attachment_1467" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Daniel Radcliffe by Racheal McCaig Photography"] [/caption] sock puppet (even in “black hand”)? But all I can say is thank goodness I didn’t let my kids watch the show last night, because it was worse than a Hannah Montana special, more inane then Telletubbies, and more offensive than Sasha Baron Cohen in a loincloth. I could almost write off “We Saw Your Boobs” as social commentary on how, for Hollywood, bearing your breasts guarantees an Oscar, but it would be a stretch. By the time host Seth MacFarlane got to thanking the women “who gave yourselves the flu two weeks ago to ‘get there’?” because “It paid off”? I was done. These awards are meant to be the best of the industry saluting themselves. I think a lot of people last night gave it a salute all right, just not the kind the producers were expecting.