beauty in america

If you'd like to watch a documentary about all the shit I'm always going on about, here you go!

If you have Netflix, you can watch it instantly right now. Uh, yeah, instantly and right now are the same thing. I knew that. N E Way, while I will agree with some of the reviews that it does jump around a little too much and that many of the points covered we all already know, I still thought it was interesting. Most interesting? The 12 year old 6 foot tall model whose story is woven through the whole film and who is washed up by age 15. That's how you have perfectly firm and flawless skin without a trace of womanly fat: be twelve! Let's have adult women's "aspirational" images be of girls who haven't quite finished puberty yet but who are made up to look 25, and then we can wonder about why most of them are insecure about their bodies. Want to know why she's washed up at age 15? She's got 37 inch hips and without shaving off bone, they probably aren't getting smaller. Also interesting? The panel of douchebros who are interviewed throughout, expressing just about what you would expect from the worst of a bunch of douchebros in a pack--namely the most objectifying and obnoxious remarks about women and their looks that you would imagine--and they still get laid. Apparently. It's the Tucker Max phenomenon. One does admit he has a small dick, which is hilarious.

But the best part? At fashion week (I think) the filmmaker asks a bunch of celebs what beauty is, and who should pop up but Anthony Kiedis. He tells the filmmaker (a chunky, balding black man) that he is beautiful, 'cause he's got a gentle, soulful handshake. Oh, Anthony. Then at the very end, the filmmaker reflects on how honestly touched that compliment made him feel. I think this goes to my earlier post. If I met Anthony, I probably wouldn't be disappointed, because he seems like a sweet guy. A sweet, stoned all the time, surfer dude type guy, but nevertheless!

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