Its not just disappointing that Jennifer Lopez shockingly missed out on an Oscar nomination for her career-best work in Hustlers. It actually matters.
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In one sudden moment on Sunday afternoon, my body was jarred into a sharp, breathless stillness. My eyes went wide. I gasped. A frightful feeling flooded over me, a ghostly premonition that spread like a virus until the darkness threatened to crush me. It arrived so fast, so overwhelmingly: Jennifer Lopez might not get an Oscar nomination for Hustlers.
I took to social media at once. It was Sunday, the holy day. Head to church, I pleaded. Light a candle for Ms. Jennifer Lynn Lopez. Pray for the woman who brought life to Ramona, so that she might win the recognition she deserves. For what other reason does religion exist, if not for this?
Well, it turns out that not enough gays go to massor God is a big Clint Eastwood fanbecause that snub I so feared happened. When the nominations were announced Monday, Lopezs omission was arguably the biggest talking point.
This is all hyperbolic, of course. I mean, yes, I havent quite shaken my disappointment that Lopez was overlooked, most likely in favor of Richard Jewells Kathy Bates, for her sensational, career-best, capital-M Movie Star performance in Hustlers.
It matters what the standard bearers of a multi-billion-dollar industry that drives cultural conversation and progress deems worthy. It matters what an institution that influences every decision made in that industry deems valuable, when that infiltrates hiring decisions, storytelling decisions, financial decisions, and visibility decisions. When we want our culture and concerns reflected and validated, it matters when that does not happen.
Lopezs snub is disappointing to a fan. But it also matters. If you need me, Ill be climbing into mamas fur for comfort.