Earlier this week, Gawker did a post on Porn Stars Without Makeup based on a slideshow created by makeup artists to the (porn) stars, Melissa Makeup. The whole thing went as viral as an STD on an adult film set, which begs the question: Why are we all so interested?
Seeing celebs without makeup on (or pretending not to have makeup on) is nothing new. Unnaturally natural beauties like Jessica Biel, Keira Knightley and Scarlett Johansson have been known to go fresh faced in the pages of fashion mags, while the foundation-free mugs of everyone from Oprah to Miley Cyrus are a regular sight on National Enquirer covers.
Last year Hillary Clinton caused an international incident when she failed to gussy up while on the job (as Secretary of State!!!) in Asia.
It seems, for better or for worse, we are somewhat obsessed with seeing what’s under the hood, so to speak and in the case of Melissa Makeup’s clientele, some of it really is shocking. In many instances, the women are rendered utterly unrecognizable. This is not makeup as an enhancer so much as makeup as mask. And under the masks we see natural, wholesome beauties who are doing X-rated movies to pay for med-school.
Get real — this is porn and it ain’t pretty.
That’s right people — porn stars (on the whole) are not a particularly beautiful bunch. Yes, they are waxed and tanned and bleached, but if you discount the bangin’ bods, they are no more genetically gifted than teachers, or scientists or celebrity bloggers who sit at home in their pajamas all day talking about porn stars.
Seriously, while I’m ashamed to admit it, the first thing that I thought when I saw the slide show was — hey, wait … I am totally pretty enough to be a porn star. (Somewhere my mom felt a sudden jolt of pride).
People are saying that this thing has become an Internet sensation because it humanizes the women and makes them more relatable, but I don’t think this is the case. I think it has more to do with our shameful inclination to take pleasure in the imperfections of others, even if those others happen to rank pretty low on life’s luck scale already.
On the subject of going makeup free: I did it for a week last year, and it was an interesting experience. I felt less confident, less likely to make eye contact and certainly less likely to introduce myself to strangers. Internally, it felt as if I was living my life as a “before” photo, which is sort of funny since externally, none of my friends even noticed.
I’m pretty sure this would not be the case with Ash Hollywood or Puma Suede or Chanel Preston (God, I love porn names!!), which brings us to the moral of the story: Nobody looks like a porn star, not even porn stars. Either that, or everybody does.
Photos courtesy of Melissa Makeup