Dig if you will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can you my darling
Can you picture this?
Let’s say you’re a slightly above average pretty girl who dreams of fame and fortune and oceans of champagne and twelve carat diamonds. Let’s say you have just enough talent to mitigate the fact you’re maybe a little wee bit on the heavy side.
You’re not very clever, you have little in the way of education, you have no real skills, but you are just pretty enough and young enough to stop men in their tracks, reliably often. Men want you, women want to be you.
How to make a living is the thing.
What can a pretty, young, not very clever but terribly ambitious ingénue with champagne tastes and a beer budget future do?
You roll into town, ready and willing to trade your beauty and youth and desirability for cold, hard cash. The problem, of course, goes as far back as time itself: you’re not the only pretty young thing with looks to trade. In Mansfield Park, Jane Austen laments “… there certainly are not so many men of large fortune in the world as there are pretty women to deserve them”, and this remains as true in 2017 as it was in 1814.
There is a seemingly endless of supply of young women in possession of good looks and sumptuous bodies who prefer to trade their physicality for fame and fortune, rather than, say, acquire some sort of useful market skills.
And so what?
I have no problem with this at all. Virtually 100% of women, at some point in their lives, capitalize on their looks and appeal. From the barista at Starbucks to the cop in her just-a-little-too-tight uniform, women have always known, and understood how to use, their physical appeal to men.
Tale as old as time.
Even psycho feminist Jessica Valenti admits she is completely obsessed with how much men desire her, to the point that she can’t leave her house without heels and lipstick. She stains her mouth to mimic the luscious fertility of a young woman and elevates her buttocks in a sexually inviting pose by wearing heels.
And she’s a rabid feminist who despises men!
Nature always wins.
Enter Harvey Weinstein.
Harvey is a man of power, influence and money, who can make or break a career in Hollywood. He’s a physically attractive, masculine man whom many women would find appealing without the allure of power! He allegedly gave women, lots of women, all competing for status, money and roles on the basis of sexual desirability, the opportunity to give him a personal taste of their appeal.
If Harvey pressed the issue after being declined, that’s a problem.
I, on the other hand, would love to hear from all the women who accepted Harvey’s offer.
Will the ladies with the Oscars please stand up?
There is no conversation to be had here unless it includes all the women who considered what Harvey had to offer, decided it was worth the effort and paid the price of admission.
This is a classic case of the tango, and it takes two. Ann Coulter calls the allegations against Harvey ‘revenge of the ugly girls‘ and I think she’s probably more right than wrong. Isn’t it funny how the ladies with Oscars on their bathroom shelves, thanks to their roles in Weinstein vehicles, have no recollection of any inappropriate behavior from Mr. Producer?
I’d like to thank the Academy, and Harvey Weinstein ….
The ugly girls are playing simpering victims now, but this is only half the story, isn’t it? Big mean Harvey preyed on them (and they didn’t get the part), but no one wants to talk about the ladies who preyed on Harvey. How many millions are lining the bank accounts of women whose primary claim to fame is being young, pretty and willing? How are these women ‘victims’? Victims of what, exactly?
Pop quiz: Can a really, really good back massage earn you a silver linings playbook?
You tell us, Jennifer Lawrence.
We’re dying to know.
Lots of love,