We've learned a lot of things from recent leaked this year. Kate Upton is dating down. Apparently Anna Kendrick likes pot and coke. Jennifer Lawrence, however, is the biggest star to have her images leaked to the Internet via a third party--still, the revelations concerning veteran actor Stephen Collins's predilections are actually the most destructive.
Ladies, that part of your body is only meant to be seen by you, Jesus, your husband and America's medical professionals. Lock it down, ladies. Lock it down. There. I fixed sexting. Next controversy! Ebola?
Honestly, I never got the appeal of vaj shots. I always assumed that women were smarter than that. (A giant penis warrants a "da fuck?") Almost 15 years since Pamela Anderson had a sex tape featuring her and ex-husband Tommy Lee stolen from their home, it should be assured that celebrities have learned nothing about filming their private moments. If anything, owing to technology, celebs have gotten worse at capturing their shame for posterity. Benjamin Franklin said that three people can keep a secret if two are dead. Now there's the fuckin' cloud. Try killing a cloud. Go ahead. I'll wait. Get your gun and go outside of your house, then pick a cloud at random, and go shoot that sucker. See?... Oh my God--I hope you didn't just discharge a firearm into the air!
Lawrence's first comments discussing this matter were spot on: Her privacy has been violated. She did not intend for this images to be released to the public. The leakers were disrespectful towards women. As a matter of common sense, we are all entitled to privacy, as consenting adults. Lawrence has a point here, if only via a strawman argument: That Lawrence was publicizing these images--no, no one is claiming that she has been. However, Lawrence produced these images. She transmitted them. She's now trying to distract from her bad decisions by blaming people who had done worst, and I don't approve of that--but, yeah. Other people had done worse in this case than transmitting homemade porn via email to another person.
Lawrence should've stopped speaking there. However, she went on: "Anybody who looked at those pictures, you're perpetuating a sexual offense," Lawrence told Vanity Fair. "You should cower with shame. Even people who I know and love say, 'Oh, yeah, I looked at the pictures.' I don't want to get mad, but at the same time I'm thinking, I didn't tell you that you could look at my naked body." And on: "It was long distance, and either your boyfriend is going to look at porn or he's going to look at you."
I'm 99% sure that he looked at both your nudes AND porn, Jennifer. Because it is my understanding that Nic is a dude, and that's how men roll. There's really no well-defined quota to how much nudity that men intend to see. We are never full. Additionally, Hoult probably shared them with numerous male friends. (Sir Ian McKellan looked at them, and he said: "Sweeeet." Exact quote.) Did any boyfriend in Lawrence's past tell her he needed a constant stream of her nude or else he would look at porn or maybe go gay? Was this a ransom situation where a man was threatening to switch teams unless he was provided with a ransom, and Lawrence was forced to pay this ransom by sending in photos of her boobs? Well...was it?
No one needs permission from Jennifer Lawrence to look at images of Jennifer Lawrence. She opened a door, and the breeze came in. She's personally offended that people are looking at images that she created--she crafted a message, then she tried to control the deliverance of a message. Don't be an Anne Hathaway.
Celebrities have long been the first to act as early adapters for new technology--including social networks--while simultaneously refusing to socialize with their legions of fans. For too long, sexy celebs have been living the high life (hey, another Anna Kendrick joke!), exposing themselves to the public thru their celebrity-whoredom but not wanting to own up to it. Some of them are cool with you--to a point--as they put on a façade of self-deprecation. The Fappening took them down a notch. The one thing most shocking, besides the volume of data stolen, was how non-shocking these images are.
In contrast to the hackers, Stephen Collins, has apparently committed sex crimes beyond the digital world. Horrible sex crimes. He allegedly intentionally exposed his genitals to very young girls, and tried to get them to touch him. His career is over. (He knows this, resigning from SAG and slinking away. Consult his attorney.) Unless this is a hoax, we won't be seeing him in mainstream entertainment anymore. Questions remain as to why the police can't find the victims, who are clearly being named in the leaked tapes, and why it took two years for these tapes to be leaked. Why did wife Faye remain married to this creep? His salvation will arrive when these tapes are exposed as a hoax, but this event will not happen. We know this because Collins's message is one of embarrassed defeat.
Over ten years of episodes--down the tube! No, this series has been rendered unwatchable! This is not an exaggeration. Collins was in literally every episode--he was the anchor of the show--and now no one can watch the series without wondering what was going on in the actor's head. What's truly fucked-up is that the series was like a clearinghouse for Millennial-era starlets. Mackenzie Rosman, who was closest to the victims' ages at the time of their alleged molestation, must now search her memories for instances where Collins was inappropriate with her. And, for the love of God, Internet Movie Database, change this photo: http://www.imdb.com/media/rm2442042624/tt0115083?ref_=tt_ov_i!
One thing that we can be sure about this scandal: Chris Martin traded up.
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