As Hollywood studios continue to see movie after movie fIop with audiences who want to be entertained by a compelling storyline rather than preached to by woke directors or shown CGI slop with no reaI plot, the Golden Globes this year were yet another humiliating disaster for the entertainment industry.

In fact, even sympathetic media outIets torched the Golden Globes, saying that they were mostly a disaster this year.
This year’s flop of a Golden Globes event was particularly bad for the industry given that, having been taken over from NBC by CBS, it was meant to be something of a reboot for the awards party and bring back a show generally known over the past few years for its declining ratings, if anything.
But rather than a revivaI, it was another flop for Hollywood, with even generally sympathetic media outlet Vanity Fair running a review of the event titled, The 2024 Golden Globes Were a Near-Total Disaster. Continuing, that review went on to describe host Jo Koy’s lengthy opening monologue as a horrid, sophomoric mishmash of lazy jokes” that didn’t elicit much laughter, a problem exacerbated by Koy being mostly unknown.
Similarly, the Iess sympathetic New York Post tore into the event as being a new low for an already troubled show, with a review article titled, Golden Globes 2024 were a new low for dying awards shows. Pulling no punches, the NYP article argued that it would have been better to cancel the event than run one so awful, saying:
Preparing for the 2024 Golden Globes, the awards show made a bunch of reforms to its ethically wobbIy voting body, got a new owner and moved to a different network. But none of those PR efforts matter much when the broadcast turns out as godawful as Sunday night’s did.
If only we’d 100% canceled the Globes when we had the chance.
Conservatives on X were simiIarly harsh. Washington Examiner personality Tim Young, for example, tore into the Golden Globes with a vengeance and said, “The Golden Globes had trash ratings… Perhaps people don’t want to tune in to woke, unfunny jokes about how white people are evil. Maybe their host should lecture at Harvard… I’m sure he’d be a hit there.”
Other posters noted that Jo Koy was a terrible host, saying things Iike “#GoldenGlobes Jo Koy is a terrible comedian, watching him tell jokes is so excruciating” and “i turned on the golden globes and had to turn it off bc the host is terrible.”
I took a job at 70 to save up for my wife’s surgery, but something happened that I never expected.

The fluorescent lights of the discount electronics store hummed, a monotonous drone that seemed to amplify the weariness in Arthur’s bones. At 70, he hadn’t expected to be back in the workforce, but his wife, Eleanor, needed surgery, a costly procedure that their meager savings couldn’t cover. So, he’d taken the job, a part-time gig at a place that sold everything from bargain-bin headphones to refurbished laptops.
The work was tedious, the customers often demanding, but Arthur endured it. He focused on Eleanor, on the image of her healthy and vibrant again, and the days passed.
One afternoon, a man entered the store, his hesitant steps and the white cane tapping ahead of him clearly marking him as visually impaired. He approached the counter, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice soft, “I’m looking for a digital voice recorder. Something simple, for taking notes.”
Arthur, who had been organizing a display of phone chargers, paused and offered a kind smile. “Certainly, sir. We have several options. Let me show you.”
He led the man to a shelf displaying various voice recorders, explaining the features of each model in clear, concise terms. The man listened attentively, nodding occasionally. Finally, he settled on a small, unassuming device. “This one sounds perfect,” he said. “How much is it?”
Arthur checked the price tag. “That’s $39.99, sir.”
But before Arthur could ring up the sale, the store manager, a young man named Kevin, with a slicked-back hairstyle and an air of arrogant impatience, stepped in. “Actually,” he said, his voice laced with a false sweetness, “that model is $79.99.”
The visually impaired man hesitated, his brow furrowed. “That’s… that’s quite a bit more than I expected.”
“It’s a high-quality device,” Kevin insisted, his eyes glinting. “Worth every penny.”
Arthur’s stomach churned. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew the price, he had just checked it. He couldn’t stand by and let Kevin take advantage of this man’s vulnerability.
“Excuse me, Kevin,” Arthur said, his voice firm, “the price is $39.99. I just checked.”
Kevin’s eyes narrowed. “Are you questioning me, old man?” he hissed, his voice dropping to a low growl.
“I’m correcting you,” Arthur replied, his gaze unwavering. “It’s the right thing to do.”
The visually impaired man, sensing the tension, looked from Arthur to Kevin, his expression confused.
Kevin’s face flushed crimson. “You’re making a fool of yourself,” he spat. “You think you know better than me?”
“I know what’s right,” Arthur said, his voice steady.
“Get out!” Kevin roared, his voice echoing through the store. “You’re fired! You’re nothing but a washed-up old fool. Get out of my sight!”
Arthur stood his ground, his gaze fixed on Kevin. He felt a surge of anger, but he also felt a strange sense of peace. He had done what was right.
He turned to the visually impaired man. “Sir,” he said, his voice gentle, “the price is $39.99. I’m sorry for the confusion.”
The man smiled, a grateful expression spreading across his face. “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for your honesty.”
Arthur nodded and walked away, leaving Kevin fuming behind the counter. He gathered his belongings, his heart heavy but his conscience clear. As he walked out the door, he knew he had lost his job, but he had gained something far more valuable: his integrity.
The next few days were difficult. Without his job, the burden of Eleanor’s surgery loomed larger than ever. But Arthur refused to despair. He spent his days searching for new opportunities, his determination fueled by his love for Eleanor.
One afternoon, he received a phone call. It was the visually impaired man he had helped. The man, whose name was Thomas, was a lawyer. He had been so impressed by Arthur’s honesty that he wanted to offer him a job.
“I need someone I can trust,” Thomas said, his voice warm. “Someone with integrity. And I believe you’re that person.”
Arthur was overwhelmed. He had never expected such kindness, such generosity. He accepted the job, his heart filled with gratitude.
With his new job, Arthur was able to pay for Eleanor’s surgery. She recovered quickly, her health restored, her smile brighter than ever. Arthur had lost a job, but he had gained a friend, a new career, and a renewed sense of purpose. He had learned that even in the face of adversity, honesty and integrity will always prevail. And that sometimes, the most unexpected acts of kindness can change your life forever.
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