Watching the Oscars, I immediately wondered about how much those dresses were. I immediately found this picture I posted on the Oscar outfits worn last year. In reading, I learned some of the actors were paid a million dollars just to say whose dress they were wearing. A name is worth a million dollars? A dress is worth 100,000 dollars? I just…can’t. I flipped the channel to see that Vanderbilt had spent 30 million dollars on a multipurpose facility. 30 MILLION for sports. And I do understand that people do love their sports and athletes love to compete, I was an athlete myself! I understand that we like to watch movies. But is a dress or a name or a sports facility really worth spending THAT much money on?
I sit here thinking about “Ansley is Fancy” who I follow on Facebook and Instagram. Her parents adopted her knowing that she had multiple disabilities and are struggling financially to get her an accessible van, therapy, etc. I can list too many to count that are hard working people, struggling to get the basic necessities. I personally would love an accessible van. My scooter is hard to lift and unless the person driving me can lift it, then I can’t go. But there are people in far greater need than I am. What could I do with a million dollars…build shelters for abuse victims to go to. Help get clean drinking water to others. I look at war torn countries and children starving to death and then I see 30 million dollars for a sports facility. Really?!!! These are the priorities? This is what is important to us? It is not what is important to me.
As an actor I would be ashamed to be so wasteful when so many are in need. I am not at all saying that individuals don’t deserve to be pampered sometimes. I would love it if we could all live in nice homes and have cooks and cleaners and helpers. I know nice clothes are important to many people. But 25,000 dollars for one dress? I couldn’t in good faith buy that dress unless, maybe, perhaps, I donated 25,000 to someone in need. Maybe. Nope, I couldn’t. Who am I trying to kid. I bought my Ann Taylor pants at a consignment shop because I am not going to spend $200 on a pair of pants just because of their name.
I went to a party. I looked around the room. There were some people wearing jeans. Some wearing dresses. Some wearing suits. Some wearing nice slacks. My husband wore jeans and a nice shirt. I wore a pair of nice pants and a sweater. There was a mix of what people wore but it was a nice balance. There wasn’t a person in shorts and a t-shirt and a person in a tux. Looking at the Oscar dresses and the starving children feels like a t-shirt and a tux. There is no balance. And that is very disheartening to me. I wish there were a balance because the stark contrast makes my heart heavy. I don’t walk around with blinders on. I see the truth everywhere. It is hard to see the truth. But in that truth we can, if we choose, create a balance. There just shouldn’t be a 30 million dollar facility when a school teacher is on food stamps. Worth is evident as i look around, and tragic, and balance I do not see.