The big disappointment

While sitting in the airport last night I was sucked into CNN’s coverage of the Academy Awards’ red carpet stroll. My favorite moment, without question, came when the network’s “fashion expert”—some schlubette (to borrow one of my mom’s terms) in  Marshall’s-influenced duds called Angelina Jolie’s outfit “a disappointment.”

I have little interest in Jolie, save for the fact that she was dazzling in “Changeling,” perhaps the best flick the wife and I saw this year. I don’t care about her relationship with Brad Pitt, her 324 adopted children, her tatts, her Tomb Raider days. But for Jan Schlubette to call her disappointing would be the equivalent of me calling a merely very good season by, oh, Derek Jeter or Albert Pujols disappointing.

Which, come to think of it, I do all the time.

Hmmm.