If you've never done stand up, or written humour for public consumption, your opinion of Ricky Gervais' Golden Globes performance means f--k all to me.
At different times in my life, I have both bombed in front of 150 people at a comedy club, and been informed that I had cancer: The cancer diagnosis was infinitely less frightening. Hell, cancer is curable, mosttimes. There is no way to cure an unfunny joke.
It doesn't matter if you think Ricky Gervais is funny. That's not the issue.
Ricky Gervais got up in front of an international television audience, and a roomful of millionaire dancing-chimps and their sycophantic back-slappers, and called them the f--k out.
More than once --hell, more than a dozen times-- material I've written for this web site has been rejected for content that was "too defamatory" or "too offensive." And, more often than not, it was because of a joke at the expense of someone I've judged as a public hypocrite, guilty of the worst offense anyone could commit, in my eyes.
And, while I am annoyed at this website's cowardice, I understand it, and I admire the true bravery it takes to publish satire, albeit satire festooned with various disclaimers.
But I am a coward: I snipe at public figures in my pajamas, from a zillion miles away.
Gervais walked into a muster of self-congratulating peacocks, and called them out as the hypocrites they are.
Indeed, he violated the Hollywood honor code that states no one should ever actually speak truth to box office successes. That takes balls the size of zeppelins.
And, his performance was not only uncivil, but it was meant to hurt the feelings of the stars in the room.
Don't think for a moment that, no matter how much Gervais was paid as host, the gig didn't cost him money: He is guaranteed to be quietly blacklisted (by some) for violating Hollywood's Prime Directive: Kiss the ass of America's national treasures; our celebrity entertainers!