Complaining about award show snubs is a fool’s errand because award shows, by and large, do not matter. Like, sure, it’s always nice and a little validating to see a show you enjoy clean up and snag a wheelbarrow full of trophies, and it’s an effective tip of the cap to someone who is doing terrific work on a show that doesn’t pull in the type of ratings a show like CBS Crime Procedural: Pittsburgh piles up week after week. But for the most part these types of award shows are the most self-congratulatory subjective schlock you can imagine. An excuse for attractive people in formal wear to pat other attractive people in formal wear on the back. A big fat nothing that should in no way have an effect on your enjoyment (or lack thereof) of any show or individual performance. This is why complaining about snubs is silly.
Now, with that said, I AM SO MAD THAT MAD MEN DIDN’T GET NOMINATED FOR A SINGLE GOLDEN GLOBE THIS YEAR.
God, why do I care about this? I should not care about this. The Hollywood Foreign Press Association is a ridiculous organization that routinely favors new shows over old (why, hello there, The Affair) and makes perplexing decisions at every turn (last year’s Best Comedy and Best Actor in a Comedy, Brooklyn Nine-Nine and Andy Samberg, didn’t even get nominated this year despite both improving significantly). It’s just, I mean, did you watch that scene up there? Did you, really? It’s a good scene.
And this isn’t the first time the Golden Globes has shut out Mad Men, either. In fact, it makes it two years in a row. The Good Wife, House of Cards, and Downton Abbey return from last year, and Game of Thrones and The Affair swooped in to replace Masters of Sex and the departing Breaking Bad. I’ll be the first to admit that there’s too much quality television out there right now to make a list of five nominees without deeply offending someone’s delicate sensibilities (watch The Americans, btw), and that throwing in a new show mixes things up a bit and keeps it fresh, but House of Cards? Really? As we discussed at the time, Season 2 of House of Cards was just a fancy version of Scandal. And don’t even get me started on Liev Schreiber over Jon Hamm. I’ll scream. I will literally scream.
I don’t know. I guess I just want Mad Men to get the kind of victory lap Breaking Bad got. The show and its star played second fiddle to Heisenberg and company for a number of years, and maybe I was just hoping that with Breaking Bad now off in the great prestige television palace in the sky, it would be, like Mad Men‘s time to shine. Maybe that’s why I’m upset. I hope so. Because if I have suddenly turned into the type of person who gets this fired up about the god dang Golden Globes, I have a lot of quiet reflecting to do.
