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So now that award season is coming to an end, its time to reflect on the largest and most important of awards: the Oscars and the Dundies…

I try to pick sides, but I’m conflicted. Which is better? Would I rather win a Dundie or an Oscar? Both are gold, statuesque, and recognition of hard work and pure talent. Let’s take a closer look, shall we?

Dundies Better Than Oscars?

- The dundies are far more personable and truly credit your efforts. For example, Best Actress seems so generic. There have been so many “Best Actresses,” but how many “Busiest Beavers” do you know? Think about it…

- Now, this is pure preference but why would you take a symphony orchestra when you can have Dwight on the turntables and a karaoke mic? It’s like people who get live jazz ensembles for their wedding. That’s fine, but who’s going to play “Play That Funky Music White Boy” when the time comes?

- Two words: Margaritas. Yum.

- Jim Halpert is there

- Joan Rivers isn’t there. Thank God.

- I don’t think Chilis has the capabilities to show even one movie montage, let alone 300.

- Its straight up real life. The stakes are high. The awards are unpredictable. There is no teleprompter.

 Oscars Better Than Dundies?

- fancy dresses

- A secret downstairs bar

- no drunk receptionists who drunkenly lead on a young and vulnerable Jim Halperts

- I hear those little chocolate Oscars are delicious

- after parties

- a higher budget allows for acts like Melissa Etheridge or James Taylor vs. Michael Scott pretending to be in 8 Mile (whether you see that as a weakness on the part of the Dundies or not is up to you)

- If you win an Oscar you get a name change.

Ex. Helen Mirren will now always be announced as ”Academy Award Winner Helen Mirren.” No one ever says “Whitest Tennis Shoes Dundie Winner Pam Beesley”

- Dwight doesn’t take his shirt off

 

 Despite its drawbacks. I’m going to have to say that my life will be complete when I win……..

 

(pause for suspense) 

 

 

 

A Dundie.

Jim Halpert, Dwight spinning tunes, Gold plastic statues, and Margaritas? no contest.

 

I want my baby back, baby back, baby back. Chiiiiiilis, baby back ribs.  

Posted on March 1st, 2007 by Lindsay
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