Jennifer Lawrence took off her top for Vanity Fair to discuss her outrage over her leaked naughty photos. She had Baretta’s cockatoo on her wrist to show her commitment to fighting crime. That or she was about to kill her baby mama out back of a pizzeria. Lawrence considers the theft of her nude photos to be a sex crime, people who look at her photos to be sexual offenders, and web site owners who display the photos to be ‘detached from humanity’ and ‘empty inside’.
I don’t care how much money I get for The Hunger Games. I promise you, anybody given the choice of that kind of money or having to make a phone call to tell your dad that something like that has happened, it’s not worth it.
At $10 million per Hunger Games I’m going to guess the real answer is not nobody and probably closer to everybody would take that deal. Hey, dad, naked photos of me got hacked. How about I buy you a Bentley and send you and mom on a six week luxury vacation to the Bahamas and we’ll talk about it when you get back? Yes, I know I’m your favorite daughter.
I understand Lawrence’s embarrassment and outrage and oh that we could live in a perfect world where women could make money off their bodies entirely at their sole discretion. But we don’t. And she knows that. Women have been peeped since the dawn of time. They’ve been exploited on camera since the invention of the camera. And their private sex photos have been illicitly distributed since they started taking private sex photos and emailing them ‘Just for Tommy! ILU!’.
Outrage is cool. Acting naive when you’re a mega movie star and sex symbol with a vast public relations and legal machine seems a bit out of whack. Also, your tits looked absolutely amazing. It really could’ve been much worse