But today they are.
And as much as the Academy Awards are often ridiculous and political and shame-facedly wrong ('Crash'? You've got to be joking)
a woman, yes, a woman, finally won not just Best Director, but Best Picture as well.
Some facts are in order here.
Yes, Kathryn Bigelow started out as an extremely talented artist.
Yes, she studied under Susan Sontag. As in: Susan Sontag.
Yes, she was in direct competition with her ex-husband, another kind of glorious first.
Yes, she's only the fourth woman ever nominated for Best Director in the history of the awards. Which is, yes, a weeping crying idiotic shame.
But she won.
And more importantly than that simple historic fact is this:
She and The Hurt Locker deserved it.
One small film - the lowest grossing film to win Best Picture in Oscar history - that almost went straight to DVD,
that almost wasn't distributed, that almost no one saw.
With a woman finally holding the gold in her arms.
For the first time in years, to paraphrase Michelle Obama, I'm proud of the Academy Awards again.