Billy Bush Needs to Say to Melissa McCarthy: Can You Ever Forgive Me?
Melissa McCarthy, who seems delightful and is a bonafide movie star, has been making the rounds lately most likely in support to nab an Oscar nomination for Can You Ever Forgive Me? As such, she sat down with In Style to talk Hollywood, and because women are finally allowed to admit men are terrible, publicly, went into some of the ways men in the media have just been absolute wretched human beings to her.
It’s a tough read because she goes into detail how members of the media who coincidentally are also men (shocker!), feel entirely comfortable and entitled to talking to her about her body, uninvited (although seriously, let’s be real, when would any woman ever invite a man to comment on her body?!) in front of people.
It’s rough. There’s a few incidents she gets into, but the one we’re going to call out is the jagoff who became very fixated on her body, in a way that was both disrespectful and sexist. A twofer of horribleness, if you will.
I’ll let Melissa explain:
I did for Bridesmaids with somebody who later lost his job for a conversation he had on a bus with someone else. I won’t mention names, but just think about it. He kept asking, “Are you shocked that you actually work in this business at your tremendous size?”
He was like, “Oh, your tremendous size, you can actually work?” I just remember all the blood drained out of me. I thought, “With my tremendous size, I could tackle you so quickly.” There were two cameras on him, and one was on me, and he went back to that question three or four times, and I just kept talking about the script or how fun Paul Feig was. He was looking around like, “She’s crazy.” When we left, their producer was horrified and said, “We’ll never play what he said. I’m so sorry.” But it happens all the time, to the point where it’s fascinating because they don’t do it to men. Not to be a jerk or single him out, but when John Goodman was heavier, did anybody ever talk about his girth?
Always a class act, she refused to name this dude. I, however, am not Melissa McCarthy, and have no problem naming and shaming.
Billy Bush owes Melissa McCarthy an apology…
…for letting her down due to his “Pussygate” bus tape with Donald Trump. He needs to singularly apologize to every woman in Hollywood for reasons, but I think he may owe Melissa an additional apology for other things.
I always thought this went without saying, but I guess not: Other’s people’s bodies are basically never up for comment. Ever. The only time you should ever tell anyone anything about their body is if said body is in grave danger of injury, or of tearing up the dance floor too spectacularly. That means you do not comment on the way someone looks, or what they’ve chosen to do with said body. No questions about tattoos, no mentioning if someone has gained or lost weight, no telling them they have nice legs. Nothing, nada, zip, zero. Bodies are personal, and in my opinion, the meat bags that protect our ghosts need to be left well alone. So keep your thoughts, comments, and concerns to yourself, ok? If you find yourself unable to keep something to yourself, I ask that you consider this final question before you comment on a body: would what you’re about to say look good in a deposition? If you honestly think yes, then you’re on your own. I can help you no longer, internet stranger.
We’re not going to end this on a horrible people being horrible without a lot of repercussions note, because nobody wins in that scenario. Especially us and our sanity!
Nope, instead we’re going to focus on the women that Melissa (who again, is delightful) finds delightful herself. I’m a firm believer you are the company you keep—good people tend to stick together, and the same goes for garbage people. I mean, just look who’s in the Trump administration if you need to see this playing out on a grand scale. Anyway, I think you’ll be very pleased to know who’s a good egg in Hollywood (although there are no surprises here):
I love that Jennifer Aniston, that little nugget. That’s a person to the soles of her feet. Just solid, good. I think Nicole Kidman is a smart, non-bullsh*t puppy. She isn’t going to mince words, isn’t going to try to play a game. She’s got a hell of a picker. She picks things that are really interesting, and she’s not concerned about how they may be seen. Amy Adams is the same. I love that she is starting to produce. I would like Amy Adams to run for president. I think the world would be better in general. I’d like Viola Davis to wake me up every morning and be like, “Here’s your thought for the day,” and I’d literally write it down. I’ve known Octavia Spencer for 20 years, and she is the same person she has always been. Same with Allison Janney. They didn’t change. They’re not adapting for their jobs or their careers. They are exactly, unapologetically as they were.
There you have it: Jennifer Aniston, Nicole Kidman, Amy Adams, Viola Davis, Octavia Spencer, and Allison Janney (Plus Melissa McCarthy.) All decent people, and also a dream-casting list for any movie.
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