Now this is going to sound like a mean rant, and it really isn't. It's just that, when you hear someone whining about their "curves", and it just happens to be a woman some claim is the most beautiful in the world, it's a little hard to feel sympathy.
The other day in The Mysogynist, I mean The Mail, I spotted a piece about the gorgeous model Eva Mendes. Take a look. The headline for the article has her saying that she struggles to find clothes to contain her curves. That's when your "Oh fer pete's sake" reaction kicks in. I mean it's one away from the "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful" ditty isn't it?
What she actually said is, "I think it comes down to being voluptuous, and if your body’s a certain way, then things can go distasteful in a second." Apart from the dodgy grammar at the end of the sentence, (English isn't her first language so I'll give her a break), it actually sounds reasonable. Very sensibly, she realises that an innocent looking frock can very quickly look tarty on her body.
But can you imagine having that problem? I mean really? Usually when someone's called curvy these days, it's a euphamism for "slightly overweight", and it's not really a compliment. But this woman really is curvy - and apparently it's not the bowl of cherries you'd think it would be. I wouldn't mind looking tarty (occasionally, - in a subtle way), but I imagine it gets a bit annoying having a village full of drooling males following you around when you're trying to fill your car up or buy a pint of milk. Enough to make you reach for a bin/trash bag on occasion.
Hmmm. Next time I'm sucking in my tummy or hoiking my boobs up an inch or two I shall remember poor Eva's plight and consider myself more fortunate. Not.