I have a not-so-secret confession.
I love Kristen Stewart.
No, I haven't seen any of the cinematic masterpieces in the Twilight canon. And if her feelings towards the franchise are anything close to Robert Pattinson's, surely I'm not missing out! This blog post is not about her choice of contractually obligated roles or her on-screen emotional range. No, my undying devotion to Miss Stewart comes from the public persona that she lets us see.
I love that she is trolling us. I love that she has perfected the art of bitchface. I love that she wears dirty t-shirts just to piss off the paparazzi That people think she's bratty just because she doesn't play the whole Super Gracious Female Celebrity game. That she's young and says really stupid things. I love that she angrily refuses to let us into her private life (the first time I saw that video I jumped for joy). That she's always on the verge of rolling her eyes on the red carpet because she's so in on the joke. That she wore sneakers with a ungodly beautiful Marchesa skeleton dress. I love that she slouches, that she cheated on her boyfriend, that she is deeply problematic, that's she awkward, that she bites her lip in interviews. I fucking love that she is polarizing.
As Nicolette once said, Kristen Stewart is a feminist issue. When she cheated on her boyfriend the vicious words that people spewed her way were painfully familiar to me. At her age I once found myself very publicly slut-shamed because of someone I ill-advisedly chose to sleep with, even though who we have sex with is NO! ONE'S! FUCKING! BUSINESS! - it kind of became everyone's business. I remember that soul-crushing humiliation that she must have felt, along with being labeled a gigantic slut, a label neither of us ever sought to reclaim. When women have sex society feels entitled to take ownership of our bodies to such an extent that who we have sex with is seen as public record. That's why slut-shaming happens! It's a product of many things to be sure, but a huge part of it is this fucked-up sense of ownership over women's bodies. I wanted to give her and hug and tell her "I am so, so sorry this is happening to you. It's not fucking fair that your body is not your own."
KStew babygurl, if you ever read this, please accept my invitation to brunch where we can sip mimosas and talk about ~*girl thangs*~ because something tells me you and I would be besties. Let's skip the coffee dates and go straight to brunch, okay? And please, werq that bitchface in your Balenciaga and NEVER EVER STOP.