Few spaces are as difficult to infiltrate as the magazine cover. Even as print journalism is in its death throes, the magazine cover remains as exclusive as ever. Case in point: Vanity Fair's newest issue, presenting the pale, freckled faces of "New Hollywood."
New? Looks a lot like the same old Holly
wood to me, completely devoid of prominent women of color. Just today, two of these actresses were bestowed with Oscar nominations. But wasn't there another young up-and-comer nominated as well? Oh, right, she's an obese black girl, so no one wants to see her posing in a skirt with the rest of the Stepford wives. I'll assume that Zoe Saldana, the star of two of this year's biggest blockbusters, was ineligible because of her age (these gals are all under 30), but what about the drop-dead gorgeous Freida Pinto? Shareeka Epps or Zoe Kravitz? Not exactly householdnames, but neither are Mia Wasikowska and Emma Stone. It seems print magazines are not becoming old-fashioned and passe because they use paper and ink, but because of their content as well.