Jodie, Jodie, Jodie . . .As my friend Mary Breslauer, who really knows how to talk in public, would say: “Index cards.” My debate teacher in high school would have recommended the same thing.
After our initial, ‘isn’t she great looking, like the dress, fantastic haircut’ reaction, my wife and I turned to each other when Jodie had finished and said, “What?”
It was a disjointed, contradictory speech. We were left thinking she had retired from show business until the news reported the next day that no, she hadn’t meant that. About half way through we thought she had decided to not “officially” come out, but, a few paragraphs later she thanked her co-parenting, ex-love-partner; oooo-kay. And, after claiming the primacy of privacy, she used the moment to announce she is single. Match.com would have afforded her more discretion.
It was clearly an exhilarating honor and an occasion that evoked much emotion for her and for those other celebrities in the audience who seemed from their tearful reactions to be following her. We at home just didn’t get it.
If privacy were her goal, however, she did preserve it—since no one understood what she said.