I now hate Hailee Steinfeld.

Every year, after the Oscar noms (or the ceremony itself), there's a film or actor that receives my hatred. Without fail. Things get ugly, as I'm sure you can imagine. There is still a lingering, passionate anger towards Jeff Bridges after he stole Colin Firth's Oscar for that immaculate A Single Man performance. Now that Colin is a lock for The King's Speech, Jeff and I are on (somewhat) better terms, but still... I don't want to even talk about The Blind Side. Uh-un.

Slumdog Millionaire. The Reader. Tilda Swinton. Just throwing some examples out there. You get the gist.

Do I have qualms about hating a potentially cute 14 year old girl? Nope. Not at all. She stole a Supporting Actress nomination that should have gone to someone else. Sorry. Barbara Hershey or Mila Kunis should be in the race over that little brat. Maybe because they actually starred in supporting roles, instead of, you know, the lead one. If the Academy wants to hand out a fake Supporting nom for a lead role, it should have been for perfect Julianne Moore, my gorgeous ginger goddess.

I firmly believe there is a spot in Hell reserved for evil child actors. And for those that steal from Julianne. Satan is definitely a film aficionado.

It's snowing again. I just ate a waffle. I'm listening to Adele's live of "Set Fire to the Rain" for possibly the twelfth time in the past half hour.