Thursday, July 6, 2017 at 8:19 AM

Clueless Emily Ratajkowski Thinks She’s ‘Too Sexy’ for Hollywood

Posted by Anthony L. Hall

The entitlement of safe-space seeking millennials is surpassed in its absurdity only by the narcissism of their Instagram-posing counterparts. Therefore, it is a spectacle to behold when a millennial exhibits that sense of entitlement and self-deluding narcissism in equal measure.

This is the only way to explain Emily Ratajkowski whining about Hollywood blacklisting her because she’s too sexy.

The 26-year-old stunner — best known for her topless role in Robin Thicke’s raunchy ‘Blurred Lines’ music video — moaned that she gets snubbed over her hot body. …

‘There’s this thing that happens to me: ‘Oh, she’s too sexy,’’ she told the [August 2017 issue of Harper’s BAZAAR]. ‘It’s like an anti-woman thing, that people don’t want to work with me because my boobs are too big. What’s wrong with boobs?’

(New York Post, July 3, 2017)

I know from personal experience that you do not have to be one of Ratajkowski’s Instagram followers to be treated to a daily dose of her soft-porn images. Because even mainstream newspapers now feature them with the same titillating intent with which ribald newspapers like The Sun used to feature “Page 3 Girls.”

But it bears noting that this twit is talking about an industry that turned actresses like Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, and Raquel Welch into bona fide sex symbols. Not to mention that Hollywood has no problem casting Ratajkowski’s sexy (I dare say even sexier) peers like Scarlett Johansson (whose boobs are bigger – just sayin’), Margot Robbie, and Meagan Good, to name just a few.

Unfortunately, Ratajkowski is clearly too self-obsessed to realize that, by littering social media with risqué pictures, she has typecast herself as little more than a modern-day pinup girl. Further, that it is this, and not her inflated regard for her boobs, that explains why casting directors probably consider her right only for movies that exploit female nudity.

Of course, it’s not as if Hollywood is averse to making such movies – as everything from Last Tango in Paris to Wild Orchard, Blue Is the Warmest Color, and even Robbie’s Wolf of Wall Street attest.

Ratajkowski’s problem is that she can’t act. I mean, did you see her cringeworthy performance as the “slutty other woman” in Gone Girl? At the risk of being gratuitously mean, she was actually playing to her stereotype and still couldn’t pull it off. (By the way, if you’ve seen her in “Blurred Lines,” you know she can’t dance either …)

In any case, if Ratajkowski would only stop flaunting her body for a moment, she might learn something from looking at Bo Derek’s body of work. Because she would see what becomes of the IDMb filmography of starlets who seem more interested in sexy photo spreads than serious acting creds.

Say what you will about Kim Kardashian, at least she’s sensible enough to exploit her entertaining assets for all they’re worth without whining about similar liabilities. Which reminds and compels me to reprise this:

For some inexplicable reason, it seems Ratajkowski thought she looked fat in the Robin Thicke/Pharrell Williams video that made her an overnight sex symbol. But frankly, it’s disturbing to see this grown woman looking like a prepubescent girl with lips pouted with collagen and boobs inflated with silicone.

In virtually all of her pictures, she seems to be channeling Nabokov’s Lolita — posing wantonly for men who get off on kiddie porn. Sadly, there’s nothing any government can do to counter this viral trend.

Thank God for the Rubenesque, selfie-obsessed Kim Kardashian…? Go figure.

(“France Bans Skinny Models,” The iPINIONS Journal, April 16, 2015)

I say, when it comes to making lemonade out of lemons in the entertainment industry, even Beyoncé has nothing on Kim.

That said, it is a curious thing that feminist ingénues like Ratajkowski are mainstreaming the (sexual) objectification of women. After all, feminist doyennes like Gloria Steinem thought that battle was won. This is why they’ve been setting their sights on less sexual but more insidious forms of objectification (e.g., Hollywood producing a disproportionate number of movies about men, children’s books featuring a disproportionate number of boy characters, and men and women presumptively using the pronoun he instead of she).

Mind you, I have no issue with women expressing their sexual liberation however they please. In fact, I firmly believe that supporting women’s rights (as I have always done) includes supporting a women’s right not only on issues like equal pay and abortion but also on issues like cosmetic surgery and prostitution.

Incidentally, I also find it curious that progressive women’s magazines blacklist prostitutes who sell their bodies on the streets. Because these are the same magazines that celebrate prostitutes who sell (often fake) images of their bodies on social media.

But, to be perfectly clear, I couldn’t care less that Ratajkowski’s idea of women’s liberation is publishing soft-porn images of herself. I just wish the editor-in-chief who interviewed her for this August 2017 issue of Harper’s BAZAAR did not gush over her entitled and narcissistic whining like a teenage girl gushing over a Justin Bieber song.

To be fair, Harper’s BAZAAR is a glossy fashion magazine. I am mindful not to confuse it with Harper’s Magazine, its liberal intellectual sister.

Still, this gushing editor should have seized the opportunity to educate not just Ratajkowski but the millions of impressionable teenage girls who idolize and follow her, literally. For it appears Ratajkowski does not understand that, while women’s liberation entitles her to flaunt her body all over social media, it does not entitle her to acting roles in Hollywood, especially in roles for which big tits are not marketing assets.

Frankly, I don’t know what to make of this Kardashianization of the feminism movement – complete with its negritude predilections and Lachaisian enhancements. But I am stupefied by the way even celebrated feminists like Naomi Wolf are deferring to its appeal – even if with evident dismay.

Nothing demonstrated this quite like the way Wolf conducted a similarly gushing interview with Ratajkowski for the August 2016 issue of Harper’s BAZAAR. Reading it, I got the sense of what it might be like to watch a newly converted Christian lecture the pope on the tenets of Catholicism, and see the pope nodding his head with apparent enlightenment after every sentence.

God help feminism.

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