Ms. Wolf and The Nail That Was Hit On Its Head (or, An Essay About Angelina Jolie)
Indeed, if life is performance, then I would that mine look defiant and compassionate and sexy. (Having a litter of children with a hot man would be pretty nice, too). I’ve always felt, also, that although her narrative appears spontaneous and worthy of adulation, it is the apparent and consistent choice to continually violate the public’s expectations of women and family and fame that I mainly like about her. The talent, beauty, and money only make the story more compelling.
