Shame, fame, and the body politic
Body parts were all the rage at the Oscars, actually; a crop of mostly-forgettable films upstaged by Jolie’s leg (and, secondarily, her ultra-thin arms), Esperanza Spaulding’s fabulous hair, and Jennifer Lopez’s breasts, which spawned a new debate about potential wardrobe malfunctions. (There is also a Twitter feed for @JLosNipple.) Our culture loves the physical particulars of women; at this point, the Oscars are less about movies than about actresses, clothes, and the opportunity to gawk and discuss. Until we turn off the TV, at which point we can’t discuss anything all.