While I deplore Hollywood's pressure on women to be underweight and perfect, I don't believe that obesity can be a positive political statement. We should all be advocating for a healthy lifestyle, with a good diet and sufficient exercise.
Most of us want to be appreciated and loved and valued for more than how we look, but are unable to completely expunge all interest in our outward image. If this is where most of us live, shouldn't we be asking for acceptance to be in this middle space?
Her and the lack of a female body seems less like a feminist victory, and more like the unfortunate end result of an industry thoroughly uncomfortable with the realities of the female form.
Over the years, I found that I expanded these bite size mindfulness exercises into full-blown practices in my own life. Now I sit and meditate every morning, and try to approach life in a more mindful way.
There are so many things that are making this season amazing, but I've recently realized that those same things are also making it my least favorite season of the three. These are a few choice story lines that are simultaneously the best and worst parts of this season so far.
A guide to words I wish were part of our common vernacular.
These days, it's not really that unique for a woman to be running a television show and acting in it. We've seen it be done many times over the years. But, what makes Lena Dunham stand out so much to me is her authenticity.
Everyone knows that Marnie's clearly the worst, but what this post presupposes is maybe she's not?
We all have those days. Days when book deals falls to pieces and our boyfriend's sister accuses him of having romantic feelings for her. Days when someone tells us we're a huge, fat, f**ckin' phony. Recent hijinks take tolls on our GPAs. And some days, all we want is to get it together.
We checked out this year's slate, but before we can smugly tell our friends, "Yeah, I saw that before anyone else -- at Sundance," we broke them down into categories and predicted the "buzzworthiness" that each would have this year.
Has the entertainment industry given up on the romance of Manhattan? Did it flee the country with Woody or migrate to Brooklyn with Lena Dunham? Are we destined to be portrayed as an urban wild west, ducking gunfire instead of drinking Cosmos?
What is the appropriate reaction to death? Is it tears? Spending weeks in mourning? Whatever it is, Hannah and her friends really don't have it down.
If you wouldn't make a joke about someone's race, sexuality or religion, you should know better than to make a joke about someone's weight.
Someone has to dispel the notion that pointing out the flaws of this important and groundbreaking series means you're a mean and ignorant, old hag who doesn't understand art, or the plight of the young woman.
If Vogue had refused to put Dunham on their cover and had instead chosen a more conventionally attractive starlet, we would all be demanding an apology. But then Dunham goes on the cover, and everyone is all, why are you supporting the beauty industrial complex!
I'd be hard-pressed to pick a favorite between Life Itself, Steve James' documentary about the late film critic Roger Ebert, and To Be Takei, by Jennifer Kroot, about the amazingly resilient career of actor George Takei.