A beautiful young woman strides down the sidewalk alone, head down, hands drawn into fists. She’s walking fast, darting around huge men with black cameras thrusting at her mouth and chest. “Kristen, how do you feel?” “Smile Kris!” “Hey, hey, did you get her?” “I got her. I got her!” The young woman doesn’t cry. Fuck no. She doesn’t look up. She’s learned. She keeps her head down, her shades on, fists in her pockets. Don’t speak. Don’t look. Don’t cry.
Jodie Foster, a former childhood actress herself, sticks up for Kristen Stewart in a piece up on the site today. “If I were a young actor today I would quit before I started,” she writes. “If I had to grow up in this media culture, I don’t think I could survive it emotionally.” Media, we suck sometimes. Let’s cut this girl a break, eh? (via newsweek)
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This whole thing makes me wonder: Why is it that we Hester Prynne the hell out of women like Kristen Stewart and not men, like, say, Charlie Sheen? Why is promiscuity good for Sheen’s career and bad for Stewart’s? (Don’t tell me Charlie Sheen is a better actor. 1. Kristen Stewart is an underrated actress, and 2. I’ve seen deceased raccoons bring more energy to a performance than Sheen did on Two and a Half Men.)
And most importantly, when will we realize that our obsession with imagining celebrities (or anyone else) without empathy hurts both the observer and the observed?
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