Wait, back up, this seems weird to admit. Cameron used to be about the cutest starlet working, especially when she hit the scene in The Mask (1994) with Jim Carrey. Innocent and able to hold her own against what was a force of nature in movies, then moving to romantic comedies and a starring presence in films that wasn't too ball-busting or intimidating; sweet, she was the lithe blonde who starred against John Cusack, Ewan McGregor and Ben Stiller early in her career, America's new sweetheart.
But her career is penetrated every so often with sexy, almost randy, nearly pornographic teases that suggest she's comfortable with fucking, certainly comfortable with body fluids.
Example 1: The Sweetest Thing (2002) is about a trio of girls who were simply looking for cock, it created a certain small scandal when it was released but it bombed (it wasn't that it was too ahead of the Bridesmaids era - it's simply terrible).
There's Something About Mary (1998) is always going to be about cum in her hair.
In Bad Teacher (2011) she put her drunk whore on, and in The Counselor (2013) she actually fucks a windshield of a Ferrari. (What I wouldn't give to see the outtakes of the reverse angle.)
She was the hottest thing in Charlie's Angels, which is a trick because the competition was pretty fierce. I have the serious impression she's a freak, loves getting it on and getting it in - and is trying to become some kind of sex symbol by appearing every so often in films that verify her sexiness, sell her hot toned body, and...
...make us all think about her pussy.
It's almost working. She's not quite gone the Janet Jackson or Miley Cyrus route. But there are hundreds of promo pix of Cameron, emphasizing her thin body and her thigh gap. She used to be heavier (maybe as much as 125) but now I wonder if she tops 110.
Look at the poster for Sex Tape, for example. She's in incredibly good shape for a 40-something woman, buff and perfectly air-brushed. Yet when you look at her next to Jason Segel you realize she's a stick.
I know, it's all promotional legerdemain but there's something off-putting and unsexy about her now.
This seems weird to admit. Look at her pussy (I defy you!). The panties she has on have been smoothed to a blobish pink mystery, probably to get the poster approved for public display. You don't want any cameltoe, any sense of space, crease or pubic mound on the local bus shelter now do you?
So they've made her pussy a soft piece of couch fabric. Poster approved. And I can't help thinking about her pussy again.
Now I wonder if really she really has some flappy used-up Lohan clam instead of the flower I imagined back in 1994. I wonder if it's only a matter of time. An insecure hit-or-miss blonde Hollywood actress trying to remain relevant and get attention, not sure how to preach empowerment while agreeing to fuck a car for Ridley Scott. I think she doth protest too much.
