What is the second toughest job in Hollywood?
That would be deciding which aging or not-so-hot anymore celebrity gets left off the invite list of public self-congratulatory parties like Sunday night's Golden Globes that are basically seen around the world.
The absolute worst job in Hollywood?
Being a celebrity's publicist or manager and having to find a way to tell a client that no invite came in this year for The Golden Globes or The Academy Awards. That means once-revered A-list celebrities like Jack Nicholson, Kathleen Turner and more will most likely watch on the tube like us mere mortals.
I get that. I understand that major movie stars and celebrities age like the rest of us, albeit often under semi-effective and often-atrocious facades of plastic surgery. I suppose we age as well. I have a mirror. Mine appears to be playing games with me these days; showing images of my dad, but I get it.
Still, we live in a what-have-you-done-for-me-in-the-last-second age that appears to skew acceptable age downward faster than the price of U.S. oil. And that's especially the case when it comes to aging in Hollywood.
Think about it. George Clooney was 53 when he sprang to the Golden Globes podium to accept -- with a sheepish grin -- his Cecil B. DeMille Lifetime Achievement Award Sunday night. 53. I'm surprised the poor guy was able to make it up those five or six stage steps without a walker.
On the contrary, Woody Allen was 78 when he was awarded the DeMille honor last year. Woody passed on showing up. Warren Beatty was 69 in 2007. And in 1973, legendary film producer Samuel Goldwyn was 90 when his time came to make it to the podium for his Lifetime Achievement Award.
53. Some guys still have paper routes when they're that age. Granted, that might have more to do with a sluggish, recovering economy than choice of occupation.
So, discarding the fact that some famous faces like Meryl Streep (a Golden Globes nominee) and Clint Eastwood, whose American Sniper was snubbed by the Globes and who may have snubbed the Globes because of it, will always be around. It saddened me to notice who wasn't sipping champagne or another adult beverage and wobbling around the room of the Beverly Hilton Hotel ballroom Sunday eve.
Where were A-list, or once A-list celebs like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie? Where were Sandra Bullock and, for that matter, Tommy Lee Jones, Sean Penn and Michael Douglas? What was up with major celebrities like Jodie Foster, Helen Hunt and Meg Ryan MIA.
Tom Hanks didn't appear to be in the building, but his son Colin (a nominee for the TV version of Fargo) was.
Honestly, I can't tell you if Renée Zellweger was in attendance or not. I don't recognize her anymore.
Even that won't stop me from watching, though. I'll keep tuning in to The Golden Globes and The Academy Awards (nominees announced Thursday), airing Feb. 22 on ABC.
Why? For rare snippets of live television brilliance, like Ricky Gervais, a former Golden Globes emcee, stealing the show with some seemingly off-the-cuff, but I'm guessing carefully prepared "ad-libs" during his introduction of the Best Actress -- Comedy or Musical nominees.