It’s Oscar night, my favorite night of the year. I sit in my easy chair in my nightie, no bra, no makeup, a bowl of popcorn at hand, and pick the gown I am most glad I’m not wearing because it looks so uncomfortable to hold my breath that long. Every time a winning gown shows up on the TV, I take a swig of juice, a handful of popcorn and thank god I was born without talent.