I do not hate Gwyneth Paltrow. It is ridiculous to hate Gwyneth Paltrow.
Do I find her lifestyle advice an irritating indication of how terribly privileged her life must be? Yes. Did her complaining about how “un-fun” it was to wear fabulous clothing and mingle with the most famous people in the world cement that impression? Yes. Did her win over Cate Blanchett for Best Actress in 1999 have me yelling at my television? Kinda, but then her acceptance speech was so gracious that I forgave her.
But I think she’s quite a fine actress. I thought hers was the best performance in “The Talented Mr. Ripley,” for all the attention Jude Law got. I thought she made a lovely “Emma,” though I’m ashamed to admit in front of my best friend and co-blogger that I’ve not read the book so I defer to her judgment on the matter should she disagree. I liked her in “Sliding Doors” and her cameo in the third Austin Powers movie is the only moment I can remember finding funny. I found her charming on “Glee,” back when I was still watching it.
I have nothing against Gwyneth Paltrow.
I’ve never been all that struck by her beauty. I think she is undeniably very pretty. I think she is chic and glamorous. But I found myself scratching my head a bit at her selection as People magazine’s “Most Beautiful Woman in the World” this year (an annual selection I hope we can all agree is unalloyed stupidity). Because, quite frankly, I find her looks rather plain. Pretty, but plain.
So that’s this week’s question — whose appeal do you just not quite get? Which celebrity’s attractiveness seems more like marketing than pulchritude to you? Who do see parading around in a ballgown or tux (because there are plenty of guys who are supposedly hot that have me scratching my head, too) and find yourself wondering what the big deal is?