Have your eyeballs been feeling a little out of shape and flabby? Do they have love handles? Do their tummies jiggle when they walk? Well, you’re in luck, because here’s a little article that will get them rolling. Feminist Naomi Wolf wrote a piece for Harper’s Bazaar about how Saint Angelina Jolie is the greatest thing since self-lubricating dildos. Slip on your sweat band, it’s time for eyeball calisthenics again!
The piece is titled: “Why Women Want Angelina Jolie’s Life”
Angie is the most gorgeous woman on the planet: “Bosomy and wasp-waisted, with that curtain of hair and those crazy pillowy lips, she is an obvious male sex fantasy…Polls also show that if women — not just lesbian and bisexual women but straight women — had to choose a female lover, they would want to sleep with Angelina Jolie. In other words, women both identify with her and desire her.”
Angie is more than just a gorgeous face: “There’s something more than a simply physical response. Her persona hits an unprecedented level of global resonance — and makes women want to be with her and be her at the same time — because she has created a life narrative that is not just personal. Rather, it is archetypal. And the archetype is one that really, for the first time in modern culture, brings together almost every aspect of female empowerment and liberation.”
Angie can get away with being sexy and a symbol of goodness: “The magic of Jolie’s self-presentation? She makes the claim, with her life and actions, that, indeed, you can get away with it. All of it . Against every Western convention, she has managed to draw together all of these kinds of female liberation and empowerment. And her gestures determinedly transgress social boundaries — boundaries of convention, race, class, and gender — giving many of us a vicarious thrill. When the megascandal took place — Jolie’s alleged seduction of a married man, Brad Pitt, on the set of Mr. and Mrs. Smith — it could have been the end of Jolie as a role model. But she managed the almost unheard-of task of turning the home-wrecker label into a wholesome, family-friendly triumph.”
Angie knows how to fly a plane: “Women are so used to being dependent on others (certainly on men) for where they go, metaphorically, and how they get there. Flying a private plane is the classic metaphor for choosing your own direction; usually, that is a guy thing to do, yet there was Jolie, with her aviator glasses on, taking flying lessons so she could blow the mind of her four-year-old son.”
Angie is a lover: “Equally ostentatiously in her role as lover, she took for her own pleasure the male seen as the most desired of the tribe, Brad Pitt, who is always ranked at the top of indexes of male beauty and virility. As for the constraints of social convention — ahem, he was still married? You can have a variety of feelings about this, but Jolie’s evident disdain of that social constraint certainly, for better or worse, put her in the same self-entitled category as those men who have traditionally taken what they wanted and let the emotional chips fall where they may.”
Final barfness: “So she becomes what psychoanalysts call an ‘ego ideal’ for women — a kind of dream figure that allows women to access, through fantasies of their own, possibilities for their own heightened empowerment and liberation.”
You can read the entire article (yes, there’s more) at Harper’s Bazaar. I’m going to warn you that your eyeballs may fall off and roll away. Seriously, it felt like I was reading someone’s diary. I bet Naomi sleeps next to a jar full of Angie’s hair which she got on eBay. But I feel the same way about Shauna Sand. Just substitute the name “Angelina Jolie” for “Shauna Sand” and this entire essay would make sense.
And just for the record, as a strictly dickly bitch, I can say that Angelina Jolie is not the chick I’d go lesbian for. Her vagina would probably cast a spell on more or take a chunk out of my taint. No gracias.