I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a thousand times: celebrity culture in this country is nauseating.
I would hope that, after all of this, these celebrities show some solidarity and develop the, ‘so what, it’s only nudity,’ attitudes. Because the real issue here is not nudity, it is the blatant violation of privacy and sheer disrespect for another’s well being.
In either instance, be it in their professional or personal lives, the victims of the leak were acting of their own agency. And this in itself is infuriating to the people who think that they shouldn’t.
The twerking of young Miley Cyrus
spread over the Web like a virus.
Donatella Versace has done the Ice Bucket Challenge and it is glorious.
So on behalf of humanity, thank you Jesse.
Everything costs more in Australia, AND our dollar is worth less than the American dollar.
No beef, huh?
And so I escaped through Hollywood. I immersed myself in books about the period; in one summer, I devoured countless biographies of Harlow, Garbo, Norma Shearer, Joan Crawford, Bogart and Bacall. Marilyn was my favorite, but I wasn’t picky.
In a world full of blurred lines, grey areas, and nefarious sluts, Jennifer Lawrence may seem like the beacon of hope for the self-obsessed, un-self aware, and self-indulgent Gen Y (and their evil minion underlings, generation Selfie).