I attended the wonderful Emmy Awards last night at the Shrine Auditorium.
It was a gala event filled with glorious celebrities with wonderful dresses and sparkling smiles… It was a room packed with the excitement of a thousand nights, celebrating all that is Television in the most classy way possible. Everywhere you looked there were stars mingling with the “regular folk” — going against the grain and proving to most that they are genuine, down-to-earth, and normal human beings just like the rest of us.
Oh, and Paula Abdul‘s assistant needs to start using deodorant.
But the fact that the American Idol‘s assistant (or right-hand person) showed up to the Emmy’s without any roll-on wasn’t the most stunning realization of the night. Mind you, it might have been the one instance that affected more people per capita than most… But we here at WFME like to think that the adorably beautiful Ms. Abdul and her adorably attractive assistant (in the striped black and white form fitting dress) had more important things on their minds yesterday afternoon when they left Ms. Abdul’s palatial Hollywood Hills estate — and just simply skipped over the Lady Speed Stick and picked up the jewelry instead.
And while I half debated pulling her aside and reminding her that although some deodorants can irritate your skin (which I could only assume was the reason behind the decision to avoid it on this particular occasion) — there are non-abrasive deodorants that one can use as well. There’s like this rock-crystal kind of thing (and yes, it looks like a real rock) that you can rub under your arms instead. But the fleeting moment of interaction was too quick to intervene, as there was more going on at the Emmy’s last night than just my orbitofrontal cortex’s reactions.
See…at the Emmy’s, it’s what you see in the lobby that’s more interesting than what’s on TV.
While the show was being broadcast, most of the attendees and the celebrities themselves mingled in the lobby where drinks were being served. Some, like late night’s Craig Fergeson, sat quietly in a corner with his date and elderly mother — whom he had requested a wheelchair for. Seemingly, all that walking around had fatigued her enough to need it. But honestly, it was nice to see Fergeson ignoring the Hollywood hullabaloo in lieu of the most important people in his own world.
But speaking of the most important people in their own world — Jon Voight spent a good twenty minutes hovering outside of the men’s bathroom (white scarf in tow) seemingly practicing some kind of internal monologue that he would never need. He paced back and forth, ignoring all the passerbys who were obviously taken by his dramatic post-Bathroom internal monologue… At least, the ones not clamoring for a picture with The Partridge Family‘s Danny Bonaduce, also post-bathroom hand wash.
Oh sure, there were other stars acting “just like you and me” over the course of the night. From Alias‘ Victor Garber standing alone trying to find his seat to Kyle MacLachlan wandering aimlessly by himself. There was The West Wing‘s Mary McCormack sporting brand-new pumped up botoxed-lips and Grey’s Anatomy‘s Isaiah Washington having a drink with show creator Shandra Rhimes. Standing in line for a drink found some (i.e. me) hanging with The Office UK‘s creators Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant.
But above all, it was Paula Abdul’s assistant that really had the most impact on my night.
I remember back to the time I lived with a roommate who had a similar problem — the no deodorant debacle, as we used to call it. And no one said a think to said roommate over the years, simply talking behind their back and expressing their disgust. But along the way did anyone ever say a thing? No. Did anyone ever pull said roomate aside and give them the 411? No way. That is, until I did — and I was met with the most appreciative response ever.
So today, as I write about stars and celebrities, I am more concerned with getting the word to Ms. Abdul’s attache — who I hope will approach my observation more as an intervention than an expose. As more of a helpful bit of advice instead of a helpful bit of satire.
Because if I can help one person today, it would have to be her.
And that, my friends, is today’s Emmy story.
Check it out, and go back for seconds. I promise I won’t tell.