My Week in Pictures.

I’ve been taking it easy lately, trying to recharge my batteries and “find myself” again, so “My Week in Pictures” has been on hiatus for the last fortnight or so.

This week I:

Went to the Myer Christmas window with April.

We also shopped for clothes we “needed” (translation: wanted) and spent way too much!

Put up my Christmas tree.

I love the festive season and so does my housemate, Eddie. The bottom of the tree is adorned with his childhood ornaments and my Belle ornament that April gave me for Secret Santa last year, and Eddie did the star-putting-on honours. He also went overboard on the decorating of the house, which I will be toning down on Friday, the first of my three-day weekend!

Saw Elton John in concert.

And what a concert it was! I’m not the biggest Elton John fan, but I do find his voice positively beautiful and figured this was potentially a once in a lifetime opportunity. I was not disappointed. As my Facebook status said on the night: “I can die a happy woman having heard Elton John play ‘Candle in the Wind’ live.”

Caught up on some reading.

All this free, non-socialising time I’ve had up my sleeve has allowed me to (almost) finish Téa Obreht’s The Tiger’s Wife, plow through a few magazines, and some longer articles (some of which will be featured on “On the (Rest of the) Net” tomorrow). What have you been reading?

Collected the final components of my work Christmas party costume.

Thanks to Laura for picking up the vines. Can you guess from the picture who I might be going as? (Hint: I have written about it here this week.)

Jennifer Hawkins VS. Miranda Kerr.

Following on from last week’s post reflecting on Jennifer Hawkins’ nude cover for Marie Claire, I started thinking about the flak Hawkins received for it.

Why was Hawkins vilified for daring to bare her unairbrushed body, knowing full well the potential criticisms that could come with it? Just because she’s a hot model doesn’t make her any less qualified to comment on the body image debate.

Another prominent Australian model who gets her kit off, but at a far more frequent rate than Hawkins, is David Jones ambassador Miranda Kerr.

While Hawkins’ employer Myer may have come out on top in the wake of the David Jones sexual harassment case, Kerr seems to be the model who came out on top, continuing to bare her baby belly in all the publications.

Demi Moore, Christina Aguilera et al. have proved that the pregnant female is a creature of beauty; one that should be celebrated on all the glossies. The same is true for Kerr, whose bump has spent a great deal of time in the limelight: she announced her pregnancy in Spanish Vogue in September, paraded down the Balenciaga runway at five months along, and was the first pregnant cover model for Vogue Australia. In addition, she shunned Demi and Christina’s cover-ups and went completely starkers for W’s December issue.

Frankly, I’m a bit sick of Kerr, her baby bump and her bits. It seems you can’t open a magazine or blog post without seeing her naked body plastered all over it, even before she got knocked up. Sure, she’s nice to look at, but if you’ve seen her once, you’ve seen her a million times.

So why is it that Kerr can get her kit off every second week and be celebrated for it, while Jennifer Hawkins, who posed for Marie Claire for charity, and whose private bits we are yet to see, was chastised and her star somewhat faded since the incident?

Can someone answer that for me?

Related: One Year On: The Jennifer Hawkins/Marie Claire Scandal.