Have any of you been to a work holiday party where some guy is totally busting a move on the dance floor like he’s John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever, and when you look closer to see who it is, it’s so-and-so from Accounting? I figure it’s because accountants spend all day with numbers, which can be mind-numbingly boring, so if there’s an opportunity to let loose, they’re more inclined than most to take advantage of it.

Seen in this light, the off-the-Richter-scale f-up at last Sunday’s Oscars seems almost inevitable.  ‎Year after year, two PwC accountants and their briefcases have been surrounded by glitz and glamour to the infinity power, but have been expected to stay loyal to their numbers. And let’s face it, Emma Stone is way hotter than an HP calculator:

Look, there’s no excuse for what happened, and I feel bad for the LA LA Land team who had their victory stripped from them in the middle of their speeches, and the Moonlight team who had a belated victory marred by confusion (admittedly I don’t feel that bad for Warren Beatty, who seemed to derive enjoyment from throwing Faye Dunaway under the bus). But the accountants certainly gave us all something to talk about … perhaps more so than any Oscars before or after… kind of like so-and-so from Accounting at the office holiday party.

And let’s talk a minute about Emma Stone. Besides being the face that launched the incriminating Tweet (sort of a modern-day twist on the face that launched a thousand ships), she was the belle of the ball in her amazing gold dress by Givenchy Haute Couture by Riccardo Tisci and subtle-but-effective Planned Parenthood pin. After seeing her win her gold statuette, I couldn’t help but don a little gold myself … in this case, a black Altuzarra sweater with gold buttons that I got from MatchesFashion (http://www.matchesfashion.com) and a gold distressed pencil skirt by Maison Margiela that I got from Saks Fifth Avenue (http://www.saks.com).

Okay, back to PwC… man, was that a massive f-up.