I didn't watch the Oscar-cast ( :cry: ) because I was taking my tango class :bouncy: .
But I DID get to see the movie for which Ms. Hillary won her Oscar. I thought she looked incredibly fabulous in her boxing trunks and braided down hair. (I am NOT being facetious.)
Somehow, I'd rather see a woman DOING something significant with her life than watch a woman being merely glamorous. Like my guiding light and patroness saint, Joan of Arc. By all contemporary accounts, she didn't offer much in the glamour department. She didn't have that pretty a face, she chopped her hair off short, and preferred men's battlefield clothing to fancy court-appropriate ball gowns. But that young woman was the youngest general in the history of mankind to lead the army of a nation. She did things no one thought any one could do -- persuaded the king of France to give her an army and marched off to lift the seige of Orleans carrying nothing more than a wooden sword and the banner of St. Michael, and marched into battle without even looking back behind her to see if her army was coming with her or not. She was ready to attack La Tourelle single handedly if she had to. She inspired the confidence of some of the most experienced and seasoned generals in Europe. And she died one of the most heroic and grisly deaths imaginable -- being burned alive.
I'll stack that kind of grit and courage next to a backless beaded gown any day of the week. And I admire Hillary Swank's achievements as an artist far more than her wardrobe. If she can do it, maybe I can, too. After all, Million Dollar Baby WAS all about tango dancing . . . .
Renee