I just opened my Sunday paper to the NYTimes T (style) magazine and on the cover is the lovely Natalie Portman in a bikini and a turtle neck. First of all, it's just stupid, wearing a turtle neck with bikini bottoms. Really.
The article is about her correspondence with the writer jonathan Safran Foer, not pictured and I imagine not wearing a speedo and sweater.
Why do we do this to ourselves and each other?
What is the negotiation that happens where Natalie Portman is talking about Israeli politics on one page, and on the other page is reclining in her two piece while eye-fucking the camera. It's totally ridiculous and it's the bullshit that keeps young girls in a prison of never enoughness and our boys trapped with idealized and unrealistic images of what love and sex look like.
The article is about her correspondence with the writer jonathan Safran Foer, not pictured and I imagine not wearing a speedo and sweater.
Why do we do this to ourselves and each other?
What is the negotiation that happens where Natalie Portman is talking about Israeli politics on one page, and on the other page is reclining in her two piece while eye-fucking the camera. It's totally ridiculous and it's the bullshit that keeps young girls in a prison of never enoughness and our boys trapped with idealized and unrealistic images of what love and sex look like.
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