Dita von Teese is known for being a beautiful bombshell with boobs and hips and a fabulous ass, who is comfortable with her body, who is glamourous and put-together, sexy and sexual in a way that is supposed to be inspiring, or at least make her a lot of money.
I’ve always admired her for the way that in every situation and at every possible angle, she looks so perfectly put-together, so neat and classy and charming and dressed up. If you’ve got to be dressed inappropriately for a situation, I have always thought, it is better to be overdressed than under-. You may stick out a bit, but at least you stick out for being fabulous and confident and gorgeous.
But I think–and maybe I’m crazy, here–I think that there’s a point where you can go a little too far. The gym is for serious work, lots of heavy lifting, focus and concentration and looking very intense and determined and maybe a little bit severe. I’m not advocating that you show up in a ratty dog-vomit t-shirt and elastic-ankled sweats with the butt blown out, but you show up looking ready for sweating. Dita von Teese, however, shows up at the gym in full make-up.
I understand that she’s got a very, very particular image to project and protect, that she banks on being the bombshell, that a sweaty ponytail and chapstick isn’t “Dita,” but this seems like it is going a little too far. Like her makeup has become armor, like she is not confident in her ability to still be gorgeous and sexy with, maybe, a swipe of waterproof mascara, that she’s afraid to be seen with a naked face. It makes me sad that someone I think of as so confident in her skin and her gorgeousness is maybe not entirely as confident as I thought she was. Or maybe she’s just a little nuts.
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