It figures. I've been saying for *years* that they should tap Ellen Degeneres to host the Oscars. And *now* they do it. As my 12th grade Physics teacher said the day Tom Simbari threw up all over his desk while he was giving a lecture on momentum, that's just perfect.
I don't care if Jesus Christ hosts the show. Or even Jake. Naked. I won't be watching it. Ever again.
A part of me is sad I'll miss Ellen hosting it. Another part of me is sad that she even accepted the gig knowing full well (and she must) that, as you've all said, it's damage control disguised as the obvious common sense choice of the best person on the planet for it, which she has always been. But most of me is just sad that those rat bastards did what they did last year and are still largely getting away with it.
And you may or may not have heard it here first, folks, but here's my prediction for nominee and very likely winner of the Best Supporting Actor Oscar this year - Steve Carell, in "Little Miss Sunshine," for playing a gay man (and a liberal professor one at that) who only *talks* about being gay but who never kisses another man or *gasp* has implied anal sex with one.
Screw the Academy and the horses they rode in on.