And, by the way, in the new code of laws which I suppose it will be necessary for you to make, I desire you would remember the ladies and be more generous and favorable to them than your ancestors…if particular care and attention is not paid to the ladies, we are determined to foment a rebellion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice or representation.
That your sex is naturally tyrannical is a truth so thoroughly established as to admit of no dispute; but such of you as wish to be happy willingly give up the harsh title of master for the more tender and endearing one of friend.
During the promotion of my album Stripped, I got tired of being a skinny, white girl. I am Ecuadorian but people felt so safe passing me off as a skinny, blue-eyed white girl. So the next time my label saw me…I was heavier, darker and full of piercings! [laughter] Let me tell you, that wasn’t an easy pill for them to swallow. I had gained about 15 pounds during promotion and during my Stripped tour with Justin, they called this serious emergency meeting about how there was a lot of backlash about my weight…basically they told me I would effect a lot of people if I gained weight. The production, musical directors people I toured with would ALSO miss out if I gained weight because I would sell no records or tickets for my shows. I was young, so I lost the weight quickly and was toothpick thin during Back to Basics promos and touring. So I told them during this Lotus recording ‘you are working with a fat girl, know it now and get over it’. They need a reminder sometimes that I don’t BELONG to them, it’s my body. My body can’t put anyone in jeopardy of not making money anymore - My body is just not on the table that way anymore. I am 31, my boobs are Max’s and my pussy is mine…Sorry.
Men are not the victims of sexism. It is impossible for a man to be the victim of sexism. Just like it’s impossible for a white person to be the victim of racism. Reverse sexism and reverse racism are words invented by white men to label anyone who questions their power and unconscious desire to crap all over minorities and women. Next we’re going to have “When is it International Men’s Day?” - the answer: every day. “When is it white history month?” - every month. Grow up. Your loss of entitlement doesn’t mean you’re the victim of sexism.
A beautiful young woman strides down the sidewalk alone, head down, hands drawn into fists. She’s walking fast, darting around huge men with black cameras thrusting at her mouth and chest. “Kristen, how do you feel?” “Smile Kris!” “Hey, hey, did you get her?” “I got her. I got her!” The young woman doesn’t cry. Fuck no. She doesn’t look up. She’s learned. She keeps her head down, her shades on, fists in her pockets. Don’t speak. Don’t look. Don’t cry.
Jodie Foster, a former childhood actress herself, sticks up for Kristen Stewart in a piece up on the site today. “If I were a young actor today I would quit before I started,” she writes. “If I had to grow up in this media culture, I don’t think I could survive it emotionally.” Media, we suck sometimes. Let’s cut this girl a break, eh? (via newsweek)
This whole thing makes me wonder: Why is it that we Hester Prynne the hell out of women like Kristen Stewart and not men, like, say, Charlie Sheen? Why is promiscuity good for Sheen’s career and bad for Stewart’s? (Don’t tell me Charlie Sheen is a better actor. 1. Kristen Stewart is an underrated actress, and 2. I’ve seen deceased raccoons bring more energy to a performance than Sheen did on Two and a Half Men.)
And most importantly, when will we realize that our obsession with imagining celebrities (or anyone else) without empathy hurts both the observer and the observed?