I have plenty to post, but you’re gonna have to wait for it. I need to collect myself, defrizz, hydrate, and sit with the thoughts. I need sleep.

We all screamed and wept like little girls when Sandy won. Sobs. Wet faces. The kind of thing you can only really do in your sweats and pj’s. Every woman who’s ever seen Hope Floats felt vindicated. "I’ve stuck with you, girly, through all your Forces of Nature and that bout of congeniality. We won’t mention Love Potion. There’s no cause to go to that dark place. Girly, you did it!"

Most overwhelming was not the amount of red look-alike dresses spotted on the red carpet. It was the alarming mass of cavernous wrinkles on my HD screen. It was tragic. It’s one thing to see a face of character, a face full of laughter and living, on someone who’s earned it: the gorgeous Helen Mirin, the adored Meryl Streep. But it’s beyond distressing when Sarah Jessica Parker looks like a catcher’s mitt.

Mind you, I’m not ragging on the ladies; I’m pissed at the technology. HD technology adds ten pounds or wrinkles to the camera. Cameron Diaz, while brilliantly dressed, looked like Magda from Something About Mary. It was so bad, in fact, that instead of wanting to know the history of prior nominations for each actress, we’d hoped a running ticker of age and height might scrawl across the screen.

Because the truth is, even though we’re nothing like these red carpet beauties, we want to believe we are. Hollywood wants us to. Relatability. Someone you can connect with. The every woman. Or the envy woman. These every and envy women are in and out of our lives, in our bedrooms, living with us in our living rooms. We feel we know a part of who they are. And sometimes we find ourselves likening our hair to theirs, our laugh, our ability to dance, or not dance, to a certain role each actor has played. In the role of life, we want to hold ours up to theirs for a temperature check. Is that how I should look? So how ‘m I doing?

Without exception when a young actress was featured, someone would ask, "She’s our age, right? Quick, go to IMDB." Mind you the friends who joined me last night ranged from age 30 to 43, so really, we were just trying to pin down a decade.