No sane being would attempt to discuss race, class, sex, sexuality, body image, and Eurocentric definitions of beauty in the same blog entry.
No, no sane being.
Courtesy of Giles, who demonstrates far more restraint than I:
Beyoncé Knowles' booty gets a trim
Beyoncé Knowles was a little too bootylicious for Maxim. The "Goldmember" star and lead singer of Destiny's Child is the cover girl in the August issue of the raunchy men's mag, and a source says the Maxim art department "worked overtime" slimming down Knowles' thighs and hips in a photo spread inside.
"SHE'S A healthy, big-bottomed girl," says a source. "She out-J. Lo's J. Lo in the behind department. They thought it was maybe a little too much of a good thing."
Interesting comparison, that, and a reason George is the Good Twin. If I'd worked at Salon, I most definitely would have brought up Erin J. Aubry's piece, Back is Beautiful:
If I had any doubts about the ascendancy of Jennifer Lopez's butt, they were put to rest during a recent stroll through a New York City airport. After arming myself with magazines to while away the three hours until flight time, I sat down and began with Vanity Fair. There, in the middle of a long narrative about the Reagans, dropped as coyly as a handkerchief, was a photo spread of Lopez. Its point of impact -- detonation, to be more exact -- was a shot of her from behind in which she peeked over one shoulder, clad in nothing but mules and a pair of old-fashioned briefs that rode strategically up over a high, rounded butt.Being a black woman with a similar (all right, bigger) endowment, I felt an odd mixture of pride and panic. Was this a passing Hollywood fancy or a giant step for butt-kind? A racially steeped fetish wrapped in the glitter of celebritude, one of the chief bibles of which is Vanity Fair? Would my own butt, which I have alternately embraced and lamented and written about extensively as a metaphor for tortuously unrealized black assimilation in America, finally get its aesthetic props? Would James Brown be called out of retirement to record a '90s version of his signature new-social-order anthem titled "Say It Loud, I Got Back and I'm Proud"?
The short answer is it's far too early to tell. While the reviews of Lopez in her latest film have been wildly enthusiastic -- the L.A. Weekly rhapsodized bluntly about her "spectacular ass," the more restrained New Yorker dubbed her a bona fide "voluptuary" -- I reserve suspicions that folks are merely effusing over the appearance of a young actress in a romantic lead who isn't blond and/or appears to live entirely on Slim-Fast. But from where I sit -- and from what I sit on -- Lopez's butt, while certainly one to be admired, is of entirely modest proportions. I went to see "Out of Sight" with a woman friend who turned to me as the final credits were running and said, looking rather bewildered, "Where was the butt here? What in the world are you going to write about?"
There is no gentle way to say this: There really ain't that much back there, comparatively speaking.
What you're using as a basis for the comparison is another of them cultural things. Since any attempt to explain things for the tourists only confuses them, I'll let them either do their own research (not bloody likely), ask if they're not following (not bloody likely) or rant about how I'm angry, racist and think white chicks generally have no ass whatsoever.
Quite likely, that last one. And they actually get one out of three correct for once.
Want to know less? I managed to not write about this sort of thing before, and am bailing now. I may not be sane, but I am easily distracted, and it's nice outside.
Update: Typical. Two of the three links I tried in the old entry are broken. And it's only been less than two years. Go figure.
The Wayback Machine gives up MSBET's article on Hip Hop Feminism and Student Advantage's piece on how Body Image Varies by Race and Culture.
Or did, until I searched for 'em, setting off a check of the respective robots.txt files for those sites which will probably result in them getting pulled. Funny old life, ennit?
Update 8/12: From that second link:
In African American and Latino cultures, on the other hand, Whitehead-Laboo said that roundness and voluptuousness are attributes. "It is considered a tragedy not to have a behind [in African American culture]," she said with a laugh. The songs "Baby Got Back," by Sir Mixalot, and "Doing the Butt" are examples of African American men voicing their opinion that it is preferable for women to be slightly large.In another example, Rosie O'Donnell and Madonna were on a trip to a Latin American country and O'Donnell received more favorable male attention, Whitehead-Laboo said. "A bone is for the dog, meat is for the man," explained one male inhabitant of that country when O'Donnell asked why she got all this attention.
[ . . .] Whitehead-Laboo's speech also touched on the occurrence of eating disorders in the gay community. Fewer lesbians than heterosexual women suffer from eating disorders due to their rejection of traditional sex roles, she said. As gender identities are altered and more lesbians become comfortable with maintaining a feminine appearance, these lesbians may be more susceptible to eating disorders.
That last sentence makes my brain hurt. Perhaps I just know the wrong people.
Or the right people.
Or something.

Body image is (as mentioned in the second article quoted in your update) a really, really scary thing for women in general, and yeah, from everything I've read, especially white women, from weight to breast cancer issues. I've talked about this a lot before, and will probably again -- the ideas of the things we're supposed to do to our bodies are frightening, and the reality of what it /does/ to our bodies is even worse. Most women aren't supposed to even try to look like something that'll fit in a magazine layout.
German heritage (or Irish farm-girl heritage) plus rabid dieting spits out a woman who, ninety percent of the time, looks like an inflatable, big-boned skeleton.
... oh baby. o.O
There was a ripple through a large section of the female-written blogs I read when the article about Ms. Knowles came out. It brought about a whole lot of head-shaking and hands being thrown up in the air, as well as a bunch of people saying, "Well, if SHE needs her ass trimmed, what the hell kind of hope is there for US?" Following it were the same set of despairing comments from a lot of women who'll never see the small side of a side 12 again... most of whom immediately go back to fretting about their weight once the moment of indignance has passed.
I said I was taking the day off, I did, but this is a bit of a pet irritant for me.
My mutant power is finding people's pet irritants, and sometimes managing to hit buttons they didn't even know existed. Tried applying to the X-Men, but Professor X said I was pissing him off and told me to get the fuck off his campus. Bald git.
I should toss these quotes on the front page, just to mess with people's heads:
"In another example, Rosie O'Donnell and Madonna were on a trip to a Latin American country and O'Donnell received more favorable male attention, Whitehead-Laboo said. "A bone is for the dog, meat is for the man," explained one male inhabitant of that country when O'Donnell asked why she got all this attention."
"Whitehead-Laboo's speech also touched on the occurrence of eating disorders in the gay community. Fewer lesbians than heterosexual women suffer from eating disorders due to their rejection of traditional sex roles, she said."
Ah, well, I did know about this one. It's a fairly obvious one for me, and something that I've had to come face to face with since I gave birth. You did manage to hit it pretty squarely on the head, though.
I did know about the lower incidence of eating disorders in the lesbian section of the population, which makes me both pleased and sad at the same time, for reasons I can't entirely define, and raises all sorts of questions that I can't answer regarding body image and sexuality. What really disturbs me is that, the more I talk to actual /men/ about body image, the more I find that the men I speak with (who, by virtue of the fact that they're entering into this discussion with me, tend to be intelligent and open-minded, which skews things a bit) don't actually prefer the chicken-legged look on a woman. Or, rather, I should say: the majority of them don't mind looking at those images, but prefer something a bit more substantial when it comes to actual companionship.
It's a huge, knotted, twisted issue, with all sorts of offshoots and sub-issues, and just when I think I've got it all sorted out (for myself), I come across something that turns it all on its head. Most recently, it was masectomies and the idea of the breast as a defining female trait, something I'm still sorting out.
I can probably work up a plausible, if totally bogus, argument blaming gay men for the skinny chicks thing, if it'll make you feel better.
Or claim that the standard male gender role demands preference of that body type, so liking anything else is either a fetish or a guilty secret.
Nah, that's crazy talk.
Heh.
Nah, I'd rather figure something out than feel better, y'know?
There has been a lot of research into /proportion/ as a factor of attractiveness, as opposed to absolute size, and there have been some really interesting findings about that sort of thing. I feel rather compelled now to find that all again.