Feminist Faux Pas

At this stage I’m sure you have all had your fill of the Golden Globes, so in advance I apologise for this post. In my defence this is a little less about the fashion & more about people needing to get over their issues with the red carpet. In people I mean the ‘feminists’ out there who find great offence with the spectacle that is the red carpet. For the past couple of years I have written a ‘Hot or Not’ article for the Irish Examiner on red carpet style. I make no apologies for this. My critique has always been about the fashion & not the individual. Once an actor steps out onto that crimson rug they know the most important question they will answer that night is ‘Who are you wearing?’

 

There is a certain generation of women who seem to feel that anything which puts the spotlight on what a woman is wearing or how they look or is too feminine in any way needs to be shut down because it is offensive to women. So of course the red carpet would be at the top of the firing line. It needs to be understood that the red carpet is business. It is just as much a part of being in La La Land as it is playing that all important role. As an actor walks the red carpet they are not being themselves, they have stepped into another role, another character for the night. They come ready for the cameras. Weeks of preparation by their glam squads and thousands of dollars are put into these few hours. As a result a red carpet critique is so very different to one of somebody being papped coming out of their mothers house or doing the grocery shopping & being shamed wearing last seasons skirt length…though we all know that most of these ‘coffee run’ snaps are often just as orchestrated.

What people seem to forget is that actors spend the weeks & months of award season selling their souls, sucking up, going to every luncheon, dinner they can to impress the Hollywood Foreign Press or the Academy for Motion Picture. The red carpet is no different. We’re fooled into believing that the actors make all the choices of who to wear, what to wear. They don’t. Even their stylists don’t because that picture perfect dress will go straight to who the designer wants to wear it. They will be first on the list & if it’s rejected it then goes down along the pecking order till it’s picked up.

With the onslaught of the internet and social media we are seeing a very subdued red carpet. It’s boring. Any semblance of individualism has disappeared leaving any critique far from personal. If anything its just another catwalk show & instead of models its our favourite on screen stars strutting their stuff. Gone are the days of the 70’s, 80’s 90’s when stars wore clothes that represented their personalities. These were the times of Celine Dion wearing a back to front pant suit topped off with a fedora hat, Bjork & that Swan dress & shudder to think Julia Roberts work an over sized mans suit with tie to collect her 1990 Golden Globe. Oh dear Evan Rachel Wood think you were beaten by a few decades for your ‘daring’ choice of wearing a sleek tuxedo suit.

 

And with the 90’s came the Rivers duo with their quick wit & lets face it hilarious critique. Joan & Melissa brought fun to an already spritely red carpet. But as the years went on designers got in on the act & the fun began to dissipate leaving us with what we have now. The closest we’ve gotten to outrageous was Gaga’s meat dress. Which is probs best because rocking the boat in this ever sensitive PC world will just leave the millennialists heads in a spin.

I am a feminist in my own way. I don’t shout about it, I don’t get angry when a builder wolf whistles at me or a man holds the door open. I like to think I look beyond what is in front of me. This is why I don’t get in a tizzy about traditions like the red carpet. Lets take it as it is, a night of escapism, glamour, spectacle & of course fashion…

 

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