I don’t seek out awards shows, but when they’re on, I get sucked in.

Take the Golden Globes, for instance. I turned them on Sunday evening for the sole purpose of contributing fashion commentary to an online story and ended up watching most of the ceremony.

Even though my husband kept requesting to change the channel.

“I just want to see a good award!” I protest.

Which means one I agree with. There were two the whole evening. (Kate Winslet for her role in “Mildred Pierce” and Michelle Williams for “My Week with Marilyn,” if you’re interested.)

But whether or not a movie or TV show or actor or musician that I like wins an award is really irrelevant to whether I continue to enjoy his or her work.

Sure, it would have been nice if Steve Buscemi took home the Best Actor in a TV Drama award on Sunday -- I love “Boardwalk Empire” and feel he deserved to win -- but the fact that he didn’t won’t have me scratching the show off my “Must Watch” list. (P.S. I don’t really have one of those.)

But the more awards shows I watch, the more I feel they’re out of touch with reality.

Even the People’s Choice Awards, ironically.

Sure, there’s the tradition. Sure, there’s the glamour of having all the rich and powerful celebrities get together to pat each other on the back.

The gowns are gorgeous, the people are gorgeous. But does a film winning a best picture award mean I’m supposed to like it better than every other film that year?

If I don’t, does that mean I’m unsophisticated? Uncultured? Dumb?

I am very aware that the genre of movies I favor -- horror -- is rarely up for top honors (but let’s not forget “Silence of the Lambs”!). And I’m OK with that. Because I’m also aware that sometimes entertainment is just that and sometimes it’s meant for a higher purpose.

It’s usually pretty hard (though not impossible) to argue that a zombie-killing bloodbath has a higher purpose.

But that certainly doesn’t make me enjoy it any less.

Every year after every awards show, this same kind of commentary surfaces.

People have preferences and they think their preferences should dictate the results. Me included.

However, it’s about accepting the broader notion that just because you don’t like something doesn’t mean it isn’t well-made or have intrinsic worth. Conversely, just because you like something doesn’t mean it’s good.

I’ve always liked to use the example of the band Panic! At the Disco to describe my extreme self-awareness: I know it’s contrived, pseudo-intellectual pop, but damn if their songs aren’t catchy!