Welcome to the Missive, holy crap Oscar edition. Let me set some expectations: in my family, watching the Oscars is like watching the Super Bowl for most families: we watch it together, eat a tons of snacks, yell at the TV, maybe cry a little, and then do it all again the next year. Every year. As in, I distinctly asking my Mum if I could watch Silence of the Lambs because there was NO WAY IT WAS BETTER THAN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. I didn’t understand how silent lambs could be more entertaining than
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Welcome to the Missive, holy crap Oscar edition. Let me set some expectations: in my family, watching the Oscars is like watching the Super Bowl for most families: we watch it together, eat a tons of snacks, yell at the TV, maybe cry a little, and then do it all again the next year. Every year. As in, I distinctly asking my Mum if I could watch Silence of the Lambs because there was NO WAY IT WAS BETTER THAN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. I didn’t understand how silent lambs could be more entertaining than