Nowadays, someone somewhere is dreaming up some reason to give someone else an award. Every industry and profession on the face of the planet has awards, from Grammys for records to EFFIES for advertising, from Tonys for theatre to Pulitzers for publishing.
People get awards for growing 1,000-pound pumpkins, eating 50 hot dogs in five minutes and dancing for days on end. They’re presented with medals and money, pins and plaques, and all sorts of gifts, glass bowls to silver frames. Magazines are big on awards, from GQs Man of the Year to Glamour’s Women of the Year, from Playboy’s Playmate of the Year to Time’s Person of the Year.
Awards are presented at fundraising dinners, in sports arenas and concert halls…. from Broadway to Beverly Hills. Winners are photographed, interviewed and applauded; flattered, toasted and lauded. If only we could remember their names two days later.
Awards don’t always reflect brains, talent, generosity or niceness. They certainly don’t ensure success. But if anyone out there is thinking of giving me an award, I’ll be thrilled to death.
* Mary-Louis Parker
0 Responses to ““I’ll take any trophy. I don’t care what it says on it.”*”
Duchesse says:
I know I sound like a crank, but I do not care for those “blog awards” that specify the recipient pass on the award to 15 other bloggers. I appreciate a “thanks” without strings attached.
Toby Wollin says:
Best award I ever got was an Honorable Mention ribbon for some lettuce I grew in my first 4-H garden when I was in the 6th grade and entered the Junior County Fair. I kept that ribbon taped to my bedroom mirror for a very long time. That gardening experience was the spark that started me off. I gardened at home; I grew begonias under lights in college (while my friends grew, ahem, other stuff under lights inside closets, I might add), and I’ve never stopped. Sometimes a little piece of ribbon like that is all it takes.