Celebrity Idolization is Preposterous and Women Are Not Allowed to Age Gracefully
10 of the Sexiest Men in Hollywood Over 40!
Inside of each of us are two wolves. One, a rabid fangirl. The other: an ardent intersectional feminist.
We hold these two truths to be self-evident.
Who among us is to judge my enduring cognitive dissonance? I can grovel at the feet of my king, Oscar Isaac, AND simultaneously fight the patriarchy. I can know in my heart that the term “silver fox” is offensively exclusive to masculinity, and still foam at the mouth for every Chris Pine, Idris Elba, Timothy Olyphant, aging bearded smarmy man that the Hollywood Foreign Press Association throws at us.
(Side note: I am equally frenzied over the Rachel Weiszs and the Sandra Ohs on our screens. You might even go so far as to say I am very enthusiastic for at least 80 female stars for every 100 male celebrities and is that not a ratio we can live with, ladies??)
Respectfully, as a girl who grew up printing off hard copy photos of Lance Bass from my family’s dial-up internet to imprint with the residue of my Bonne Bell Lip Smackers, I think I know a thing or two about idolizing the ideal partner, okay?
The road—from repeatedly watching my VHS of Wild America “for the plot” to reading anti-capitalist literature recommended to me on Instagram—is winding. Or, is it a straight line? I would argue the film is not only a boy-loving teenager’s wet dream, but also an environmentalist’s. Oh, this old movie? You mean the one about three (hot) nature documentarian proletariat brothers committed to making their art and prioritizing family above making money? Caring, empathetic boys who came together to film elusive wolves and would undoubtedly risk life and limb to see their rewilding into the American West? Trespassing in protest on the government controlled lands that belong to the Indigenous communities who came and cared for it before them? Yeah, this was a pretty bold piece of cinema that transcends teen heartthrob gimmicks.
Perhaps my aesthetic and/or sexual attractions also transcend conventionality. Maybe my competing regard to both People’s Sexiest and to unlearning inherent bias are not mutually exclusive. It’s called nuance and we’re bringing it back. Just a horny girl living in a fuck the police world.
And those two wolves living inside each of us? Let’s rewild them.
Sincerely,
Lane