Here is the latest entry from the Kenny and Erris project: He Said, She Said: The Gender Eclipse. Kenny and Erris are close friends, blissfully married to others, and tackling gender-related issues from their respective viewpoints.
This time, we are tackling the Cindy Crawford photo that has been circulating social media outlets and causing a stir since last week.
After a flurry of inaccurate reporting and misconceptions, it’s now widely accepted that this (in)famous photo of Cindy Crawford from a 2013 shoot, was leaked without her consent. When the photo first surfaced last week, women across social media outlets voiced their collective support, awe and relief that Cindy is human like the rest of us. Although we now know that Cindy didn’t release the photo on her own, she posed for it – confident, glamorous and perfectly imperfect. Maybe she thought it would be retouched and photoshopped, but instead it was leaked, and now we know that at least one supermodel, super-famous, supermom, super-wife out there — is a little more like us than we realized.
I have repeatedly stated that I have nothing against plastic surgery, injectables and creams that magically erase lines. (Email me ASAP if you have a potion that is better than the twelve I currently use.) To each her own – I don’t judge. I fight my own aging process without mercy and I haven’t ruled out extreme measures in the future. I work out, eat well and convulse with guilt when I fall off the wagon (Valentine’s Day weekend would be a prime recent example – one of my friends apparently has the blackmail photos to prove it). I intellectually accept that I don’t look the same as I did in my 20s, prior to two scarring C-Sections and that bitch called aging, but emotionally – as much as I rationalize and pretend – I hate it.
When I saw Cindy, an icon that seems to never age (could it be that rare melon extract from the South of France that she hawks in those infomercials all weekend?) looking gorgeous but human, I almost screamed, “Yeah Baby!” Most importantly, I got the slap-in-the-face that I apparently needed. I’m ashamed, yet grateful, that this is what it took to set me straight (hopefully more than temporarily). This is what our 40s look like: cellulite, saggy skin and imperfections that should be celebrated for the milestones that they represent – children, relationships, wisdom and maturity. Not to mention being eternally grateful for good health. I’m about to turn 46 and this is the best gift I could have received.
By now, you have most likely seen the leaked photo of Cindy Crawford and the numerous compliments about her bravery in revealing her true figure, untouched.
While I completely support Erris’ celebration that even a supermodel eventually, well, doesn’t look like a supermodel, I don’t understand how Cindy can be portrayed as a hero here. The operative word in the story is “leaked.” The picture was released without Cindy’s consent. Cindy displayed no bravery. Instead, this photograph exemplifies the extent to which probably virtually all supermodel pictures that we ogle, are nowhere near the truth. I am a guy and am still studying the recent Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition which came out a few weeks ago. (I am a slow “reader.” So I am not complaining. However, if I were single and photoshopped my picture on match.com, I would be considered a liar. Why the double standard?
Cindy has been a spokesperson for women for years about being proud of who you are. This would’ve been the perfect opportunity to walk the walk and have the photo along with her proclamation of reality appear prominently on her website, Cindy.com Neither the photo nor the proclamation are there. Instead, Cindy further separates herself from heroine status by presumably having her husband post a much more flattering picture of her in a bikini, distancing herself from the now famous photo.
As to the picture itself, I saw it while I was in a somewhat altered state. My internal reaction was “oh, ewww.” My spontaneous blurt was remarkably similar: “Oh, ewww!” I am not suggesting that the photo is comparable to a bikini clad Betty White pic. (No offense Betty. You’re still the hottest 93-year-old that I know.) Cindy is undoubtedly still gorgeous, but the untouched photo, including her sensual lingerie pose (and the fact that this was a sensual lingerie pose is key) is not what we have come to expect. So I reacted poorly. Unless “Oh, eww” could somehow be construed as a compliment. Unfortunately, it was not construed that way by my beautiful wife Jodi. Regardless of my altered state, which I believe I previously mentioned, expressing dissatisfaction about Cindy Crawford’s body raises the bar ridiculously high and justifiably doesn’t sit well with her. Jodi is a very secure woman, and in my eyes better looking than Cindy Crawford, but my uncensored blurt will be one that I will regret for the rest of my life. Put another way, life was a little bit better BCC (Before Cindy Crawford).