Recently I was involved in the filming of a low budget indie flick. It was a comedy filled with tongue-in-cheek, satirical references to Hollywood and it's love of the fake: fake boobs, fake lips, fake hair, you get the picture. For the last two months I have been surrounded by "hot chicks". I searched for hot chicks with BIG boobs to be everywhere in the movie. All of the actresses were beautiful, if not totally real, lounging around in lingerie, bikinis, short dresses...
I started to feel a little drab, my hair not trimmed or colored in months, a sorry natural tan freckling my often not-shaved legs, always dressing in jeans and a tee-shirt, usually sweating off the little makeup that I bothered to put on in the morning. I mean, I was going to work after all! I guess you shouldn't be too concerned with looking hot when you are working 12-17 hrs each day. But I couldn't help feeling a little.... well, less than gorgeous.
That movie is now over and I am on another shoot where the actress is also beautiful, and yes, she has pretty big (real) knockers, as well. Even the make-up artist ladies are beautiful. But I am not intimidated, or feeling low this time and I finally figured out why!
I didn't quite realize it at the time, but in the previous shoot the feelings toward the women were so much more about them as "hot chicks" the objects, not them as people who happen to be good looking. Tits and ass were things to be bought and traded. Without a big rack, tight bum, glossy lips, the girls were nothing. It makes me kind of feel bad. I don't think it was the intention of the writer to demean the ladies or be malicious. It is a funny script and it's not like I'm going to swear off raunchy comedies forever. However, it's nice to be back in a miscrocosm of Hollywood where real women are at least noticed and APPRECIATED for qualities other than (just?) a great boob job.
