By Rachel Krueger
One of the things “Glee” has going for it is its wacky normalcy. With the possible exception of Finn and Mr Schuester, none of the characters is Hollywoodily attractive. They look like they legitimately go to high school.
And I hesitate to say that Lea Michele is “normal-looking” because that has become code for “uggers .” What I mean is that she — like most 24-year olds with their original faces — is pretty in some lights, manky in others. If she were unwaveringly flawless (I’m looking at you, Halle Berry), she’d hardly be believable as nerdy, unpopular Rachel Berry.
Likewise I can’t call her a “healthy weight” because that reads as “fat,” even though all I mean is that a good stiff breeze wouldn’t knock her over. I’m only marginally bothered by her skinnying up over the summer, and only because that’s one less reasonable-sized gal in the limelight. Team Healthy-Weight is shorthanded enough as it is.
My main beef is with the oglers. Michele received acclaim for her voice back when she was just slender, but now that she’s downright thin she’s in October’s Glamour in her underthings, in an MTV article titled “Only the Hot Parts,” and has just been offered a place in the pages of Playboy. The voice apparently has a body worth looking at.
I don’t object to Lea-Michele-as-sexpot. She is Of Age, and will need to break free from her Glee-skirts eventually. And I don’t object to her trimming down, because she seems to be doing it smartlike, and for smart reasons. More energy, and so forth. It’s just a shame that in order to be able to flaunt what she’s got, she had to lose a bit of it first.