Emilia Clarke foregoes sex appeal in favor of Aileen Wuornos chic for the new cover of Rolling Stone Magazine. Making Clarke look anything other than highly fuckable is a challenge. A casual passerby in the checkout lane might think Clarke’s cover corresponds with “Hunting Mexico’s Most Brutal Drug Lord” Instead of “The Game of Thrones Star Tells All.” Unless they think the GOT star depicted is a concealer-encrusted Hodor on a bender.
Rolling Stone isn’t the go-to magazine for searing commentary like it was when Fleetwood Mac inbreeding was all the rage. Maybe the publication couldn’t afford a quality photographer for Clarke. This photo doesn’t prove cosmetic work. But it opens the discourse. At thirty-years-old, Clarke might as well audition for the politically retooled version of Driving Miss Daisy. Hint, Hoke’s transgendered. Cosmetic work would mean that Clarke is participating in the Hollywood Circle of Life: Cyberbully an actress into submission for succumbing to the human aging process, then ridicule her for getting work done. I don’t know which is more fun.
Clarke doesn’t address her face in the accompanying interview. But she does have a thing or two to say about being a woman in Hollywood. Surprising that she can move her mouth. Or she borrowed Hawking’s speaker.
I feel so naive for saying it, but it’s like dealing with racism. You’re aware of it, and you’re aware of it, but one day, you go, ‘Oh, my God, it’s everywhere!’ Like you suddenly wake up to it and you go, ‘Wait a f*cking second, are you . . . are you treating me different because I’ve got a pair of tits? Is that actually happening?’ It took me a really long time to see that I do get treated differently. But I look around, and that’s my daily life.
Thankfully, if she keeps up the procedures she won’t register as human at all. We’re all treated differently. Clarke was gorgeous enough for a highly-sexualized lead role in one of the biggest television series of all time. The aesthetic criteria being based on her gender. Gwendoline Christie climbed down from the beanstalk for her audition. She plays Brienne of Tarth. Peter Dinklage bid farewell to Dorothy as she embarked on a wild adventure. Tyrion Lannister. So on. So forth. Clarke should be more focused on suing Rolling Stones for career assassination than being lauded for her tits. If those go, she’s fucked.
Photo Credit: Rolling Stone