Renee Zellweger’s back? Wait … who the heck…

Renee Zellweger, who’s performances in Reality Bites, Empire Records, Cold Mountain, Chicago, and Jerry Maguire I loved, is back in the spot light. But not so much for her upcoming film The Whole Truth.

It’s because she doesn’t look like Renee Zellweger any more. Okay, I know people can change in five years … but they don’t tend to be unrecognizable when they come back.

Have you read my rant about how our culture is obsessed with looking young and denying that the process of aging is incurable? Or the one where I point out that no one can look perfect all the time and expecting our celebrities (our female ones especially) to be red carpet ready all the time is stupid?

This isn’t about that.

If Zellweger wanted to get something lifted, tucked or tightened, okay. That’s a hazard of our appearance obsessed culture that is especially harsh on women in the spotlight, and she probably has the money to afford all the medical hoodoo and personal trainers she could ever want to maintain her looks.

It’s that she looks different enough from the Renee Zellweger that when a coworker showed some of us the article on her smartphone, we thought that the press had used the wrong picture. She has said she’s happy that she looks different, and as my mother has observed, it’s her face she can do whatever she wants with it.

But, I’m going to miss her original face.

That was the face I watched all through high school, college and into my adulthood. I’ve seen that face for the majority of my life. That face was the face of characters that made me squeal with laughter, cheer when they found their confidence, and cry with them.

It was a beautiful face without fitting into conventional standards of Hollywood beauty. So, yeah. I’m going to miss Renee Zellweger’s face.

Shocking Pics of Stars without Make up!

… The hell is so shocking about that? No one wears make up all the time. Not even famous people. And has anyone else noticed that all of these “stars” shocking the world by venturing out in public without cosmetics on are all women?

Now, I’ve had my little rant about why I don’t usually wear make up. I’m pretty sure that the same applies to the actresses and other celebrities that articles like that are about. More so even. After all, who is going to do a full on Hollywood glam make up job just to take their kid to the part? To hit a coffee shop or a deli? To pick their kid up from school or to run into a store for something to have for dinner? Somebody explain to me why a woman jogging or walking her dog without her face slathered in cosmetics is so shocking?

Perhaps the shocking thing is that I’m apparently a member of the minority that does not care what celebrities get up to in their private lives. Unless they’re an actor that does something utterly, mind bendingly, stupid and/or insane that makes the news, I Do Not Care. Really, even then I have a difficult time caring unless it’s something that creeps me out to the point where I’m no longer able to watch their work without a voice in my head going “this is the guy that jumped on Oprah’s couch about how much he loved a girl half his age” or “this is the guy that drunkenly rage-screamed multiple offensive things at a female police officer” and of course “this is the guy that tried to beat his more famous girlfriend in public”. That stuff bothers me more that “this is a guy that got caught with a transexual hooker”.

But apparently for the rest of the world it’s “a famous woman left her house looking less than perfect! HOW DARE SHE!”

Seriously? This is the mindset that our world operates under.

This is the thinking that makes men feel like they’re owed a beautiful woman, and then the ones who don’t receive one, naked on a silver platter, piss and moan about how we’re all whores, sluts and gold-diggers that don’t look twice at “nice guys”.

This is the thinking that leads to crap like that entitled little turd in Santa Barbara killing people because he couldn’t get laid even driving a Mercedes and with all the money his daddy has.

I do so hate to be the one to point this out… No, wait, I’m lying and I really shouldn’t do that. I love being the one to point this out.

Women don’t owe men squat.

We don’t owe it to you to look pretty at all times. Not even if we’re famous.

We don’t owe it to you to passively accept it when you shout things at us on the street.

We certainly don’t owe you sex just because you behave toward us with common decency. Or even because you bought us a drink, or picked up the check at dinner.