Today at work we got the new GQ with Mrs. Mad Men on the cover with her boobs hanging out. I don’t watch MM but I know she plays Jon Hamm’s wife and she’s repressed or depressed and long suffering (as all good TV wives are).
There has been much ado about the cover because her breasts are literally IN your face – and of course the requsite “are they real” debate followed, as it always does when these types of covers of starlets come on the stands. I don’t care if her boobs are real or not (although for the record I think at the very least they are totally photoshopped). What drives me up the wall is how many actresses do these covers.
Last week it was Esquire with Kate Beckinsale. Last month it was Olivia Wilde, in GQ again. I get that GQ is “Gentleman’s Quarterly” and that I am not their target audience, but these are actresses who supposedly want to be taken seriously for their craft and get good roles and have long careers. Apparently you achieve that by crouching on a magazine cover in a bikini with your legs wide open (Wilde), or laying with arched back in black panties and stilletos (Beckinsale), or by posing in more black lingerie and lace blindfold in a Bettie Page/Dominatrix get-up (Jones).
It always just seems so desperate and calculated. How am I supposed to take you seriously when you prance around with your business hanging out in men’s magazines while cooing about how you only want to play important roles and you idolize Meryl Streep? I realize January Jones plays an uptight-ish 60’s housewife and probably wants to show Hollywood another side, but if she thinks the path to another Golden Globes nomination (or a more respectable Emmy) is paved with T&A shots – she should ask Jessica Biel how well that worked out for her in the ye olde 90’s.
And speaking of: the tagline to the cover story is, I kid you not:
Did Somebody Say Golden Globes?
Keep it classy GQ!