No, she does not look obese. I was quite dismayed, however, to see her sport a muffin top in Match Point.
That was just so wrong.
I still don’t understand why it is that women are so vulnerable to media saturation when it comes to body issues. I’ve been deluged by just as many (if not more) images of the ideal male physique, and it seems to have had little effect, if any.
And the ideal images I see are actually real bodies, as opposed to airbrushed photos. Of course, some women will try to rationalize a difference, something about how sports stars are glorified for their skills where actresses are glorified for their appearance. They obviously don’t watch much sports.
Earlier tonight I reveled in the fantastic performance by my beloved Giants. In the 3rd quarter, Jared Lorenzen – who is fighting for a roster spot as a backup quarterback – took the field. He’s a fan favorite, a favorite of mine, and a favorite of the guys in the booth. He is 280 pounds, and maybe 10 of that is muscle. The guy is quite literally just a fat load, but he has a cannon for an arm, and he can actually scramble. But he’s huge. He’s noticeably and literally larger than the goal line back, who was brought in for his size. (To any football fans reading, he was bigger than the opposing team’s starting Left Tackle! Not that is fucking ridiculous.)
Anyway, the whole time he was on, the sportscasters (who repeatedly voiced their hope he would make the team) laughed at and mocked his girth. The camera shots lingered on his enormous gut. They only mentioned one of his nicknames; the kindest one: “The Hefty Lefty.” He also goes by “The Pillsbury Throw Boy” and “J-Load.” heh. I love the guy, but he really is a fat sack of shit.
The exact same emphasis that actresses have put on their bodies is also put on sports stars, and the same media obsession with perfect builds is also put out there to sports fans. I can’t count the number of articles I’ve read about various workouts the athletes do, what dietary changes they made to get in better shape, etc etc ad nauseam. I must have heard about how Michael Strahan lost 20 pounds hundreds of times since last year.
And yet, none of that type of stuff seems to make me, or any guys I know in real life, feel bad about themselves. I’ve never once in my life heard a man complain about how seeing images of the perfect bodies of athletes makes it hard for them to feel good about themselves.
I try not to suspect that women are just somehow more weakminded, but sometimes it’s difficult. It’s a fucking picture in a magazine; if comparing it to yourself is what defines your self-esteem, you’re too vain and stupid to have self-esteem in the first place.