“… is human, has nipples”
by An Ordinary Man (the novel)
I loved the headline of Nicole Lyn Pesce‘s article in the NY Daily News regarding the tennis dress worn by Serena Williams and applaud the tabloid for running it: Note to internet: Serena Williams is human, has nipples.
But the publication itself suffers from its own form of body-shaming by regularly running a ‘celebrity wardrobe malfunctions’ gallery in which they rather priggishly refer to the “dreaded moment of overexposure” (Ahh, wardrobe malfunctions … Thanks to shoddy manufacturing, clumsiness and the advent of spaghetti straps, nearly all of Hollywood has experienced the dreaded moment of overexposure). Really? As if showing a flash of thigh, some side-boob, cleavage, a butt cheek, or more, is something to be ashamed of when in virtually all of the cases they cite, it is an aesthetically pleasing event, perhaps even at least somewhat intended and certainly not “dreaded.”
Why pretend it is? If a beautiful body can’t let part of it slip out now and then, who is shaming who?
For his part, Richard Wilson refers to modern nipple-less bras as a form of the medieval cuirass in the novel, An Ordinary Man.