You Lindsay Lohan fans will be overjoyed to hear that, now that she’s 20 years old and all grown up, she’s going pro.
What’s that? You haven’t read a People magazine in a dentist’s office lately? Lindsay Lohan is an American “aspiration figure,” a Hollywood kinderwhore on the Britney Spears model, an object of great interest to teenage girls. That’s because currently Hollywood media are exploiting her as a teen powerslut. She wears big sunglasses, dates rock stars, and has ‘feuds’ with other powersluts. Now she is in a grownup movie, so pervs can watch the sexyvirgin get what’s coming to her.
“In the movie, called “I Know Who Killed Me,” Lindsay will play a pole dancing stripper who ends up being kidnapped and tortured; to top off this grusome [sic] menu, her character also gets her legs cut off.” [cite]
Lohan felt obliged to inform David Letterman, who otherwise might not have made the intellectual leap, that the above-mentioned scenario is “scary and really dark.”
I made this unpleasant discovery via a site called, oxymoronically, ThinkFashion, when a blamer sent in a link to another of ThinkFashion’s features. This was a blog item hailing the demise of a Dolce & Gabbana print ad. The ad, which ran in Esquire until it was deemed too “controversial”, depicts a crowd of half-naked greased dudes sexually assaulting a supine woman (also greased). The woman’s face is, like all fashion faces, vacant as a corpse’s, but her body obligingly arches toward the rapist, so we can simultaneously admire her expensive black spandex swimsuit and stiletto heels, and enjoy a little gay-men-on-strung-out-model action.
“Dolce & Gabbana* insist that the ad was never meant to be controversial and that it represented an erotic dream; a sexual game.”
Sure, if by “erotic sexual game” they mean “rape porn enacted by sociopathic androids.” I do not say that there absolutely cannot exist a stylized representation of predation and acquiescence that somehow contains philosophic value (although I have never seen one yet), but this is beyond even the banal old “violence = sex = glamour.” But I gotta say, those ad fucks know their shit; the detachment expressed in the photo is excruciatingly non-human, which of course makes it a perfect advertisement for high-priced, self-destructive femininity accessories.
In a patriarchy, where clothing is used to announce one’s status on the sexbot continuum — i.e. the degree of capitulation to dudely fetishes — it only makes sense to use the pornocracy to sell clothes that one wears to the Self-Loathing Ball.
* Because “ThinkFashion” is consumerist code for “buy stuff that you can’t quite afford but which will identify you as a member of the upper middle class,” on their website clicking on the words ‘Dolce & Gabbana’ sends you to a page where you can get “Dolce Gabbana For Less.”