Baring it all on the Red Carpet: A Trip Down Mammary Lane

Feb 18, 2015 | 8:15 PM

I usually watch red carpet events with my favorite gossipy crew (Merton, Tabitha and Cricket) who all feel perfectly comfortable saying the things many of us think, but might not actually utter for fear of being perceived as a “hater.”


“Girlfriend is taking the title of the show to heart!” I remember Merton saying when Mariah showed up at the Golden Globes with two golden globes of her own.

mariah golden globes

“Poor little starlet. Could she not afford more material?” Tabitha said when the audacious, bodacious actress, Oh In Hye, showed us her wares.

Bralless-South-Korean-Actress-Blinds-Men-On-Red-Carpet1We all got together this year, as usual, for the Golden Globes, but I was sick when the Grammy’s were on so I had no other choice than to watch the red carpet alone. It had an interesting benefit. Instead of relying on my friends for commentary, I got the chance to really watch the red carpet. What I watched was a major revelation, and I do not mean the religious kind.

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57th GRAMMY Awards - Arrivals
Joy Villa
The 57th Annual GRAMMY Awards - Red Carpet
Nicki Minaj

I’m in no way puritanical. In fact, I’m a big fan of fashion fun and self-expressive statements. But (I tremble even to ask) but have things gone too far? At this point, I’m more familiar with Kate Hudson’s, Jennifer Anniston’s and Jennifer Lopez’s bodies than I am with any of their bodies of work.


I’ll admit it: I always cringe when I see too much of the stars I love as they walk the red carpet. Of course, there have always been women in every era who have felt the need to over-expose, but it seems like more and more performers are heading that way, especially at events meant to explicitly celebrate their artistry.


The more I thought it through, the more it bugged me. So I invited my pals over for dinner once my health returned and asked for their input.

Merton, Cricket (with her back turned) and Tabitha in my kitchen

“Women have been showing off their tits since time immemorial,” Cricket began once I posed the issue after we were all seated. (Cricket has a Phd from the Sorbonne so we always defer to her in matters of history. Of course her PhD is in the color saffron, but we listen anyway).

“Take the 18th century,” she said. “Tits were all the rage. Think of Empress Josephine and her empire neckline fad. I’m sure our little Josie had more wardrobe malfunctions than Janet Jackson. Hers just weren’t caught on TV, or put on anyones Best and Worst Dressed list.”


“Boobs were dead for a while after that,” she continued. “And they nearly disappeared in the 1920s. I guess all those flappers were so drunk on hooch, their breasts didn’t bug them while they were doing The Charleston.”

“The ’20s were not a good decade for boobs,” Tabitha agreed, looking down at her own surgically enchanted set.

“You should have come of age in the ’50s,” Merton exclaimed to her. “The bosom was ubiquitous. You would have been a full-blown hit.”

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Marilyn Monroe, 1950s
Sophia Loren

“But I would have gone back to being an outcast in the ’60s,” Tabitha said, “so my fame would have been short lived. In fact, I would have had to have a breast reduction.”

“Twiggy. Audrey. Mia Farrow” Merton reminded us. “Stunners.”

Audrey Hepburn and Julie Andrews, 1964 Oscars

“And then the ’70s happened,” Cricket said, lighting up a cigarette at the table. “And really, no one wanted to know about you if you had a big set of knockers. There were still plenty of bombshells in the ’60s, but the ’70s were all about comfort and plunging necklines and anorexia.” She exhaled from a long drag, which was nasty at the table but you can’t stop Cricket once she’s had a few drinks.

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Lauren Hutton, 1975 Oscars                   Angelica Huston, 1974 Oscars

“I heard the ’70s are coming back into fashion,” Tabitha said, “and I’m petrified, but at least with my implants, I can wear a plunging neckline and my boobs won’t go anywhere.”

“Maybe that’s why so many celebrities are showing their breasts off on the red carpet,” I said. “Maybe they’re showing off their plastic surgery!”

“Why would they do that?” Tabitha asked.

Merton rolled his eyes and said, “Come now, Tabitha, dear. Surely you, of all people, know why some gals like to show off the fruits of their plastic surgery labors.”

Tabitha pursed her lips, then said, “I got my tits done because the twins sucked me dry and I was left with two flap jacks hanging down to my belly button. And yes— I’m vain. I love my clothes. And I don’t want to give up certain styles just because my bra will, or won’t, work with them.”

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These are not Tabitha’s before and after pictures but magic like this happens every day!! Rest assured, they heal eventually.

“At least the ’80s aren’t coming back,” Cricket said, thankfully shifting the focus of the conversation since I never intended to put Tabitha on the defensive.

“The ’80s weren’t really about boobs, either,” I said, leaping in. “They were about shoulders.”

“Once those bra burners became CEO’s and Executives,” Cricket said, “they didn’t want to be messed with. Women were warriors.”

“I wore more shoulder pads in the ’80s than the New England Patriots,” Tabitha confessed.

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Meryl Streep, 1984 Oscars                         Grace Jones, Grammys

“By the ’90s, women wanted to look touchable again,” Cricket said.

“Or maybe they just missed sex.” Merton winked.

“I remember the ’90s!” Tabitha said. “Everyone looked like glamour girls out of Hollywood’s golden age. Even Courtney Love cleaned up her act.”

“Which must have taken lye and about a dozen loofahs,” Merton said.

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Uma Thurman, Wynona Ryder and Courtney Love in the 1990s

“So, if fashion is either cyclical or reactionary,” I said, “why are women showing so much of themselves right now?”

“Don’t be daft,” Merton said. “Because sex sells, doll. That’s why.”

“But does it?” I asked. “What does it sell?”

“Roles,” Cricket said, and I could tell she was already bored with the topic. “Albums…”

“But wasn’t one of the highest selling albums of the year Taylor Swift’s?” I pointed out. “She’s as modest as a vanilla shake.”

Swift at this year’s grammy’s

“Katy Perry is pretty well covered, too,” Tabitha said.

“Katy Perry plays the boob game just as well as any of them,” Merton disagreed, reminding us of Katy Perry’s Grammy outfit from last year, oft referred to in our circle as “boob-tastic.”

Portia DeRossi, Ellen Degeneres and Katy Perry, Grammy’s 2014

“There’s a fine line,” Tabitha said. “If you’re bigger than a 36B, you really need to cover up because otherwise you look slutty. Which no one wants to look–”

“–unless it’s your brand,” I threw in.

“Or because your stylist told you you should try it out,” Merton added. “Stylists play a roll in all of this, too.”

“You can definitely cross the line, though,” Tabitha persisted, “and it’s really individual case by individual case. If you’re flat chested, you can wear a low neckline and get away with it. If you have big breasts, your choices should be different if you don’t want to be labeled. But lots of people obviously either don’t care, or want to be thought of as edgy. Or slutty. Or whatever.”

Lupita Nyongo, Oscars 2014

Merton jumped out of his chair, saying, “Remember that photo of Sophia Loren and Jayne Mansfield, where Sophia is looking horrified at Jayne’s overflowing cleavage? Where’s your computer?”

He produced the image which we all looked at it and laughed.

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“But who are people talking about right now?” Merton pointed out. “Are they talking about Mary J. Blige and Miranda Lambert?”



“No. They’re talking about Kim Kardashian and Ashanti.”


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“So where does this leave us?” I pondered aloud.

“It leaves us ready for more champagne,” Cricket said.

Tabitha and Merton agreed.

“The bottom line,” Cricket said, finally putting out her cigarette, “is that red carpets are a fun diversion. Lots of folks make their living off of it, but it isn’t life or death. We aren’t trying to figure out what Doctor’s Without Border’s should wear while they’re saving peoples lives.”

“Thanks Christ,” Merton said. Then he raised his champagne glass and offered up a toast. “To the hostess with the mostest! And to all of your breasts— may they always be healthy.”

Then we all clinked glasses and never talked about breasts again.

Still, after my friends left and I decompressed in a bubble bath, I wondered… will this fad end soon? Is the self-exposure a sign of low self-esteem? A sign of the difficulty earning a portion of eyeballs? Is it okay that young girls are looking up to their red carpet idols and seeing so much silicone and saline? Will we revert to an earlier era, or do away with clothes altogether?


Tell me, what do you think? I sincerely welcome your thoughts, big, small, or anywhere in the middle.


xo as always,





4 thoughts on “Baring it all on the Red Carpet: A Trip Down Mammary Lane”

  1. Bruce Thomas     Reply

    About the second paragraph, I wondered to myself exactly what your closing thought was. To paraphrase, will we be seeing a red carpet at a nudest colony/beach someday?
    Perhaps all we are witnessing is the death throes of the brassiere.

  2. VM Gautier     Reply

    Breasts have become assets which can be purchased and perfected. Like diamonds. Once women with large breasts weren’t taken seriously. Now women aren’t even noticed if they lack the latest in breasts. We are about overt consumption. Big shiny new ultra-firm breasts are status symbols. They give the wearer power — if the wearer is female. Males gain the power from being attached to a female with big breasts. I fear to think where it will stop. It’s no longer about what looks good on a particular body. It isn’t even about sex appeal in the conventional sense. They might as well be wearing money. Possibly in the future men will get boob jobs as well or there will be temporary fake but realistic boobs that the less well endowed — FINANCIALLY can rent for special occasions. Or perhaps the poor or uncelebrated will no longer be allowed to sport them.

  3. Diamond Dahl     Reply

    I love boobs, I just don’t have them. I’m more suited to those twenties silhouettes, even at 28 (my family is very petite). Which means I live vicariously through the rest of my burlesque troupe, and dress *them* into the bombshell figures with the busts I wish I had. haha
    Illusion pieces–necklines, cut outs–have been around, but lately have become the whole dress for the first time (looking at you, RiRi). Maybe you’re right, and all nude bodysuits really are the next wave of the future? I hope not… that seems terribly boring, and the antithesis of fashion. There are also some who’ve called 2014 the year of the Butt (though maybe more in a celebratory sense than fashion). Backless dresses have been seen over red carpets at varying intervals (Hilary Swank, et al), and there’s been more hip-high, leg-baring slits lately. In apparel design we called this shifting erogenous zones. Though breasts do seem to have a strong hold, I think it’s because cleavage is “safe”: it will always be a crowd pleaser, but there will always be someone else showing more/doing something more daring, so you’re flirting with the edge without going over it.
    My sister, six years my junior–so clearly, my pupil in ways of fashion and modesty–“You can show boobs or legs, but not both.”

  4. lee     Reply

    We’re seeing way to much illuminati and satanic symbolisms. HOLLYWOOD is trying very hard to sell satan it seems like

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