The Incredible Shrinking Catwoman

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I warn you ahead of time. This is a rant.

I read an ABC News story yesterday about radical star diets for the roles they play. The one featured was about Anne Hathaway, the new Catwoman.  I have always loved Anne Hathaway in the past because she looked more like a real girl as opposed to a stick puppet. However, to prepare for her roles as Catwoman and an ill girl in Les Miserables, she has at one point dropped her caloric intake to 500 calories per day, and puts 5 hours a day in at the gym.
“The Catwoman suit. It was a psychological terrorist,” she said. “… the suit, thoughts of my suit, changing my life so I would fit into that suit … it dominated my year. I went into the gym for 10 months and didn’t come out.” -Anne Hathaway Allure magazine


Why?!! Why are we doing this to ourselves as a society? Think of some of the past greats. Liz Taylor… Marilyn Monroe. They were women, not barbies.  Let’s look at Julie Newmar who played Catwoman in the 1966 movie.

Girl had some curves.

Next up we have Eartha Kitt.

A little slighter than the last
Onto Michelle Pfiffer
No real curves to speak of. Very slender waist.
Lets go to Anne Hathaway in a recent photo shoot to promote the movie, Dark Knight Rises
She’s got some cleavage, I’ll give her that. You can’t have a heroine these days without a nice rack. But where did the rest of her go?
Here’s one of her the year before
Gorgeous. Normal. 
The promo picture of her is beautiful. Don’t get me wrong.  But the effort to maintain that body is completely insane and unsustainable. Yet she will be frozen in place forever as that size in that movie. The public will not think about the long days of starving with radishes and hummus and working in the gym. We will just say, “That is beauty.”  
It’s not, it’s a costume. 
And who wants to put on a costume everyday for the rest of their life?
Not me. I would much rather have a little extra fluff around the edges and eat healthy, than live in the gym obssessively- ignoring every other aspect of life.
I for one wish there were a few less “costumes” in Hollywood, and a few more real people.

The Long Run: Workout Barbie

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Barbie: Every woman’s has had one, nearly every woman wants to look like one.

How many of us actually do? Not a lot.

I’ve been going to my Zumba class work about 6 months now. There’s a lady I have chatted up many times. Let’s call her Workout Barbie.  She looks remarkably like the picture above. This Tuesday, I felt particularly frustrated with her super tight buns as I watched mine jiggle in the mirror. After class I went up to her and asked what I had been wondering for the last six months.

“So do you look like this naturally or does it take a whole lot of work and I’m just not working hard enough.”

Luckily she had a sense of humor and didn’t smack me. She actually answered.

“Some of it genetics, my siblings are both pretty small. But I come to the gym for at least 2-3 hours a day and starve like a barbie. It kinda sucks.”

I laughed out loud. I couldn’t believe she was so honest. “But it works. I mean don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re hot. And your butt is amazing.”

“Thank you. I’m glad it looks good. But it still sucks.”

That made me think. Would I rather live a happy fulfilling life and keep an imperfect body. (fit, but still a little jiggly around the edges) Or would I rather have the perfect body (as much as genetics allows and 5% body fat) and never look at a carb again and keep up a routine that makes me miserable?

It feels like I am miserable when I am fat. But trying to meet the Barbie standard makes me miserable too.

Guess I’ll just have to stay fit and healthy and make peace with my flab-ulous imperfections