I am sitting here mid-oscar and I’ve had a few man-tears tonight. [I have to call them man-tears b/c it makes them sound better, right?] The man-tears are because I know what it’s like to dream and from time-to-time be recognized.
Recognizing people is not a highly utilitarian act, but it is one of the most valuable in the human experience and I hope we don’t lose that.
By “we,” I mean this generation of teens and twenty-somethings that are growing up in…
(pause I am having man-tears again b/c Monique just one)
…Growing up in a world of recessions, strategy, efficiency, technology, and efforts to improve productivity. We are marked the “X-ters” and “Nexters,” but I hope in our aim for a more productive world we don’t leave behind the best traditions of the one we were born into. Especially the traditions of honoring each other and dreaming. Maybe I am making a fuss about nothing, but tonight’s striking a chord with me because it’s a much needed reminder that dreams still matter and honor exists.
Tomorrow I am going to find a way to celebrate someone who’s dreaming because tonight’s Oscars reminded me that honor and dreams still matter.
