My eyes almost popped out of my head twice this morning, on account of two photos posted by Racked. The first pic showed Zach Galiafanakis in a red one piece channeling Marilyn Monroe, faux mole and all. The eye poppage here was obvs prompted by humor – I laughed hard enough to snarf Sugar Free Red Bull through my nose.
The second pic wasn’t amusing so much as appalling: Taylor Momsen channeling a sex worker and/or female action hero in a Robert Rodriguez film. Witness the state of young fame today:
Garter belt? Check. Studded stripper platform stiletto sandals? Check. Sheer thigh-highs? Check. Visible pleather panties? Check. Even so, it’s not the outfit itself that’s offensive: It’s the context in which said outfit appears. Did someone forget to put this behind the counter with the other porn rags? Revolver used to be a music magazine. With this cover, it’s now a music magazine that’s one nipple away from Penthouse.
Let’s forget about Revolver’s use of shock value to keep itself in business for a hot sec, and discuss the starlet decorating the latest issue. I don’t want to hear any gaff about how Taylor Momsen didn’t choose to be a role model or whatevs. Objecting to being photographed in this outfit isn’t grounds for sainthood; it’s a mark of self-respect. Then again, Taylor Momsen is seventeen years old. That’s another way of saying she’s too young to know what the fuck she’s doing.
Who the fuck are her handlers? Where the fuck are her parents? How many high school girls are going to copy their fave Gossip Girl star’s Revolver cover style this Halloween?
Is our over-sexed, over-exposed, celebrity ass-kissing culture desensitized enough to see an underaged babe dressed as a gun-toting dominatrix, and think it’s okay?
I have to go put my eyes back into my head now, and try to forget what I’ve just seen.