So, who knew? Apparently supermodel Kate Upton sports a Christian cross tattoo on her right middle finger. That tidbit came as something of a surprise to me because, honestly, I’m part of that diminishing cadre of males who’ve not closely scrutinized the multitudinous, readily available images of her shapely form.
Upton settled on that particular body-art selection, she lately tells Elle magazine, because of an incident that occurred in her professional past: “I was at a photo-shoot,” she informs, “wearing a cross necklace … and somebody made a joke like, ‘Why are you wearing a cross? Like you would be religious.’ And then they took [my necklace] away … The whole thing made me realize I do want a cross with me at all times.”
Well, have you ever! A curvaceous pin-up queen earns her bread-n-butter lubriciously flaunting her wares, and an observer assumes she’s not a lifetime member of the Sunday-School-teacher set? Stunning.
If Ms. Upton finds this development troubling, here’s a suggestion: by all means, Kate, slip that cross back on — just include a blouse and pair of slacks as part of the ensemble this time. That might alleviate the confusion a skoche.
I admit, I’m a bit old-fashioned that way: in my world, gentlemen don’t lasciviously ogle fetching women, whether in pornography, the local pole-dancing dump, or the coffee shop. And “ladies” take reasonable precautions to avoid encouragement of aforesaid ogling.
Yahoo.com‘s Lauren Schutte tags Upton “the most lusted-after woman in the world”, but further discloses the “Michigan-born, Florida-raised beauty … doesn’t always love being the object of everyone’s affection.” On the heels of her two-years-in-a-row stint as barely-clad cover girl for Sports’ Illustrated‘s swimsuit Issue (2012/2013), she experienced a month-long depression. ” I felt like I was [every guy’s] bachelor present or something. I’m not a toy, I’m a human. I’m not here to be used.”
So, the twenty-one-year-old stunner willingly and prominently volunteers herself, twice consecutively, for what many consider a soft-core porn spread, and she resents that millions of men are feasting on her work for their salacious pleasure?
Upton’s professed blue-funk suggests she is either a) staggeringly naive, or b) a scorching hypocrite. Put your feminine goodies on display, and men will notice — many boorishly, some creepily. Throw a snit about it? Hey, whaddya expect?
It does seem, per Kate Upton, not a few of today’s “liberated” gals want it both ways on the opposite-sex-interaction score. Aggressively heaving modesty and “oppressive” decorum to the winds of contemporary, have-it-all feminism, they then complain when human beings who happen to have a penis react.
And I’m not just talking about the in-front-of-the-cameras, celebrity female demographic.
Charismamag.com recently featured dual columns addressing the matter of revealingly attired women attending religious services. Jennifer LeClaire’s first piece reportedly fired-up quite the blow-back from church ladies who resented any suggestion they might consider covering up a tad more. Shawn Aikers’ follow-up foray into the hair-trigger topic landed with similarly mixed reception among the boobs-bursting-out-of-my-Sunday-morning-plunging-neckline club.