I’m gonna earn my moniker today and be an epic, judgy
This is Romola Garai at 21, appearing in men’s magazine Esquire. She’s gorgeous and she is also a wonderfully talented actress. If you’ve never heard of her, it’s probably because you don’t a have a period costume drama fetish like me.
Here she is in Vanity Fair.
And Daniel Deronda. Ooh, scarlet archery costume! Envy! Swoon!
In her younger days, Romola had no apparent opposition to using her sex appeal to advance her career, because that is surely the effect it had.
She was all over “fuck me” faces, and why not? She’s stunning.
She splayed her enviable physique and exquisite bone structure and willowy limbs across couches
And tousled her hair with the best of them.
Now, Romola has had a change of heart about those photos, saying:
‘I am very aware that I have at times in my career been part of the problem and not part of the solution, and as I have got older I have tried to correct that.
‘But it is very difficult because I believe the media in this country is inherently sexist. And so if you do a job which involves you interacting with it, that does inevitably lead to some difficult choices, and I am sure that very often I haven’t made the right choice.’
Romola has joined her voice to the chorus calling for a ban on “lad mags”. Women’s porn, in the form of bondage novels, will of course remain unaffected by this new prurience and concern for “young women exposed to pornographic images”.
We’ve already dealt with the hypocrisy of the lad mags debate, but the bitch in me simply can’t resist pointing out a little something about Ms. Garai.
Romola at 21:
Romola today, at 31.
Oh my god, I am such a bitch! I mean really, Romola has just grown up, right? She has matured. Awareness has dawned on her! She has seen the light!!
Or, she lost control off her ass and is no longer the young hottie who can get the boys drooling over her sexy antics in the lad mags?
To be honest, Romola is still a very attractive, reasonably proportioned woman, but reasonably-proportioned doesn’t land you front covers, now does it?
At 28, she was still smoking!
‘I want people to think I’m sexy, but to know also that I’ve got an ordinary body and not feel intimidated. I’d rather enjoy food, sex and all the joyful things in life than worry about how I look.’
The lady doth protest too much?
I’m sorry if this makes me a bad person, but I am really fucking skeptical of women accustomed to the devotion of men who find that age is not so kind, and all of sudden try to limit the opportunities for other women to have the exact same advantages they themselves enjoyed while young and tight and gorgeous.
I call bullshit.
Remember Kate Winslet, railing against photoshop?
Why the British furor over the 33-year-old mom-of-two? In early 2003 Britain’s GQ magazine – a stablemate of Vanity Fair – ran digitally “slimmed” photos of Winslet that drew much criticism. Within days Winslet apologized.
“I just didn’t want people to think I was a hypocrite and that I’d suddenly lost 30 lbs. or whatever,” the youngest ever five-time Oscar nominee said at the time. “So I just came out and said, ‘Look, I don’t look like that’. I’m not mad at the magazine, but I have no intention of looking like that.”
Well, here’s Kate on the cover of the current Vogue.
Oh ho ho! What happened to hating the photoshop here, Kate?
No doubt, Kate will issue an apologetic statement sometime tomorrow, and all the while the magazines will circulate, helping to uphold the beauty standard that she benefits from in real, practical, financial terms. Sure, Kate is a wonderful actress, but that isn’t enough. Her beauty matters, and without it she would be a character actor playing a frumpy housewife on Cornation Street and not a multiple Oscar nominee.
It’s such bullshit when women claim all the advantages of beauty culture and then scream foul when they can no longer compete. And you know, if a bit of pissing and moaning is ALL they did, I would have no problem.
Yeah, wah wah wah.
But women like Romola are actively trying to limit younger women’s chances to capitalize on their own beauty, and to me that looks like one thing:
Sour fucking grapes.
This isn’t about feminism or sexism or an overly superficial culture.
It’s about losing the edge.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, indeed. If it makes me a bitch to point that out, well, so be it.
Bitchiness is something you never have to worry about losing.
Lots of love,