March 7, 2013 § Leave a comment
I’m weighing in as the archetypal WISE OLD CRONE today, commenting on an article worth reading, “The Happy Girl v The Cool Girl; Why Audiences Don’t Like Anne Hathaway”, and acknowledging up front that friction (here, Hathaway v Lawrence lovers) sells articles and drives the industry. There’s gotta be something to write about, right? And please recall, from an EARLIER POST on this blog, how the beautiful, pleasant and good are ultimately dull and don’t work, dramatically speaking.
Apparently, the good little girl waiting to dive into her 9th birthday cake, Hathaway, and the cool chick, Lawrence, likened archetypally to the hot mama willing to tolerate her boyfriend’s kinky stuff while tossing back a six pack (man-centric always), is a big point of argument with audiences. ??
Okay, I say “po tay to”, you say “po tah to”…
But from a larger viewpoint- say, REAL WOMEN influencing their own personal worlds outside of Hollywood, Sundance, film fests and media spin centers- does the article, from WOMEN AND HOLLYWOOD, shed light on something deeply subversive about women’s attitudes towards their cumulative selves? I thought we might be past all that. We lived through the seventies, didn’t we? But here’s a quick quote:
“… the more we pit and compare actresses like Hathaway and Lawrence, position them into these archetypes of femininity and complain about them–the more we box in ourselves and foster a community of female competitiveness which is the last thing we should be doing.”
Particularly when the take away is that the woman most attractive to the guys is the better man.
And further, that being attractive to guys (the audience) is paramount to success.
Is the question at the root of this soft little controversy actually about WOMEN SABOTAGING what’s FEMALE? I’m guessing the majority of people driving the Hathaway/Lawrence controversy are women. We’re the ones who judge each other, face it. If I’m right, why don’t we support BEAUTIFUL, PLEASANT and GOOD as STRONG and WORTHY, too? Do we all really want to be the bad girls? Here. Have a read:
February 25, 2013 § 3 Comments
She was radiant. She was beautiful. And wearing, as all of us have at least once in our lives, purely impossible clothes. And she fell on her way up the slippery steps to accept an Oscar for Best Actress last night. The images online this morning show how gorgeous the slip up truly was. Look at the drama.
We women have all been there. Dressed to our own personal “nines” and nervous beyond imagining that someone will notice there’s a run-of-the-mill human being in the center of the taffeta yardage, perfumed coif and glamour, a real woman presenting to others some glorious swan she hopes others want to see.
And then she falls on her way to accept her award. Trips. Bows down. But the award is still there, waiting for her.
Why? Not because she wore the best dress or hired the premiere stylists. Not because she slimmed down more than the other awards hopefuls or pretended better than anyone else that she was “it.”
I’d like to think that, in spite of her fall, the award waiting up there was one she earned. And the honor of collecting it, once she’d collected herself and controlled all that fabric she was lugging around, truly her honor.
She’d have been given it even without the glam and the dress.
But I love how she so very gracefully fell and got back up to accept her prize. It reminds me of what we women do. Lug diaper bags to board meetings, gain weight spending all day watching toddlers, hold back mountains of tears while our mothers die protracted cancer deaths and then pull on ripped hose to attend dinner out with people whose lives always seem cleaner and more organized than our own.
In short, I’ll bet many of us saw ourselves trip with Jennifer, princesses in our own fairytales, complete with a sea of powder pink crinoline surrounding us, all nerves and shock and the sense of “I did it” swelling as we start to cry, then laugh, then push up with our elegant slim arms, and stand and walk confidently to the podium for an award our public personal won us but our private one deserves.