A blurb on my e-mail site says “Two Naked Starlets Generate Magazine Buzz” and the story is about, sure enough, two actresses appearing quite without clothes on the cover of Vanity Fair magazine, and about another choosing not to sit in.
How is this news? What decision processes led to this?
Frankly, by dear, it’s not news. If you’re looking for quantity, I understand the recent Sports Illustrated has more than two undressed women on the cover. If you’re looking for quality, well, I’m not that impressed. The one has a pretty face, but otherwise they seem forgettable.
The actress who chose not to be photographed apparently said, “There you have it, ladies, straight from Vanity Fair. We don't care if you star in three successful movies in one year; if you won't get naked for a 'threesome,' you can forget your spot in our pages.”
Exactly. What it tells me is that Vanity Fair is empty, completely undone, void of ideas. It’s like CDs we see these days of half-dressed women. I wish one would be honest enough to call her album, “(I Know) I Can’t Sing But Look At These Hooters.”
It just seems we all ought to be able to come up with something of more substance in our work and in our tastes for entertainment.
