To watch or not to watch, that is the question. Do I allow myself to wallow down the depths of celebrity culture? Do I watch my usual TCM classic movie instead? Do I continue plowing through a very boring classic novel?
I’m wondering about tonight’s Farrah Fawcett documentary.
Other than Count Von Cheney jonesing to justify his wicked soul of torture, women dominate the news cycle: Elizabeth, Nancy, Farrah, and what’s her name, Miss California USA.
Elizabeth had my last blog. Nancy is on the top of the political heap, and not immune to commentary. Farrah is an American celebrity icon, and Miss California is kind of like a fem-bot.
Is it my aging eyes, or have the ideals of what is beautiful and what is not changed since the day of Farrah’s ever-famous red bathing suit poster?
If we decide to watch a TCM movie classic, there may well be beauties in bathing suits. Does anyone remember when a woman’s body was kind of soft and natural? (Okay, I’m a tad bit too much soft…) A woman’s face might show a slight flaw, but that was character, not something to be unnaturally straighted, whitened, or erased. Ever since Barbie hit the scene, the possibility of long-cellulite-free legs, endowed busoms, teeth so perfect that one wonders if they slip in and out at night, and long blonde hair plagues Ms. Normal America.
I don’t care about Miss California USA’s opinions. She’s a corporate model doing what she can to get ahead. But, just compare for a moment how our visions of American beauty have changed with these photos.
Miss America 1948, was a beauty with cheeks and shoulders.
A 1950s pinup. Za-zoom!