Emma Watson’s Chest
by An Ordinary Man (the novel)
Full Disclosure: I am a confirmed Emma Watson addict.
Let’s state the obvious first. Emma Watson is lovely; that top is hideous. And, as CNN.com and many, many other outlets anxious to have a reason to display this image from Vogue note, she is being subjected to some backlash from those who think it fails to square with her well-known “feminist” attitudes (I’ve put feminist in quotations because what she is advocating is simple common sense, which I don’t think makes her an -ist of any kind).
The reason for this is because we as a society continue to sexualize a secondary sex characteristic; breasts are simply a manifestation of beauty, just as biceps and pecs are a manifestation of something we don’t really seem to have a word I can think of for – maybe beauty set free from its typically female connotation (I’ve heard women call men beautiful and it makes perfect sense, even to a straight guy), and it makes no more sense to relegate breasts to the hinterlands, only to be brought out on special occasions for that special person than it does to require guys to keep their shirt on at all times.
In the proper setting, a display of physical attributes – male or female – is perfectly appropriate and completely apolitical. Vogue magazine is certainly a proper setting.
But I like how Ms. Watson herself put it so much better: “I really don’t know what my tits have to do with feminism.” Beauty, brains, and common sense. I remain a fan.