Well, another Oscars is behind us: we've all come
to the realization that we've
committed the spellings of «Saoirse» and «Chalamet»
to memory forever; we've collectively Googled «inclusion rider» and «Jennifer Lawrence height»; and we've frowned as we realized we should have just picked The Shape of Water in our Oscar pool and not recklessly predicted an upset.
I am
forever doing this with the Australian prime minister —
committing the name
to memory, forgetting it (generally more or less instantly), then feeling terribly guilty.