Tue. February 26
Jennifer Lawrence: From Cute to Vulgar
by Ashley E. McGuire
Jennifer Lawrence, Hollywood’s new “It girl,” appears to have charmed the world with her post-Oscar press conference, now going viral on Facebook.
I can’t for the life of me understand why.
Rather than present herself as a beautiful, elegantly-dressed 22-year old basking in her Academy Award glory, Lawrence comes off as a slovenly, crass fool.
She alludes to booze and f-bombs all while standing with shoulders slouched and mouth hanging open in a half-gape.
Her funniest line, apparently was, “I’m sorry, I did a shot [before coming]. Hahaha. Jesus!”
She seemed less like a proud woman and more like a caricature of an insecure college student at a frat party with SNL-type cued laughter rolling in the background.
She should be forgiven for tripping up the stairs. In fact, I think she won everyone in that moment. She was the new girl who made a charming mistake. The now widely circulated photo of her rosy champagne dress fanning the stairs and her head resting in her slender hand has an almost feminine, artistic quality.
But her response to the trip, when asked what happened, was obnoxious: “What do you mean what happened? Look at my dress! I had to walk up stairs in this dress!”
I mean, shouldn’t “dress-you-can-walk-up-stairs-in” be a sort of litmus test for Oscar attire?
But she is the new girl in a world where poise and class are no longer valued in women. Or at least a world where those virtues are no longer encouraged in women.
No, this is a Lena Dunham world, where women are encouraged to lean into clumsiness and crassness, where girls need shots to take risks, where a ball gown is a burden rather than a tool.
Contrast Lawrence with Grace Kelly at the Oscars in 1954. Grace Kelly was new on the scene and only two years older than Lawrence. She was shy. She apparently couldn’t swing a speech, because she was so overwhelmed. But she triumphed in her elegant humility.
The difference between falling on the stairs and being likeable and falling on the stairs and being a clumsy fool comes in how you handle it. And handling it, and perhaps the biggest moment of your career, like a foul-mouthed dude annoyed to be in a dress and giving the bird to the Oscar press corps makes you disgraceful.
Ms. Lawrence, you’re clearly going to be here for awhile. So do yourself and young women a favor and put your shoulders back, smile, and own your Dior Haute Couture dress. Don’t be one of Lena Dunham’s girls. Be better. Be a woman.