Like the rest of America, I didn’t watch the Emmys. Why bother?
Here’s the Award Show routine: Old jokes about conservatives and Republicans. Worried actors sharing their fears about their favored group being oppressed, harmed, or otherwise hassled. Beautiful dresses. Edgy, uncouth style. Drunk/drugged actor or actress (the acting equivalent of a fight during a hockey game) giving an interview or speech.
It’s not that Netflix, Amazon, HBO, and regular old television don’t have great viewing options, because they do.
It’s that Awards shows stink and Americans have so many other viewing choices they don’t want to watch award shows.
The Emmy’s are victims of their own success. It’s a good problem to have.
And really, these awards shows are insular naval gazing extravaganza’s anyway. They’re the Little League version of the season-end team banquet. No one cares about that gathering except the players themselves, and some of them don’t like it.
Maybe next year, they’ll just dress up, take pictures, put them on websites and have the awards ceremony at the local Chuck E. Cheese and be done with it.