The ‘Jennifer Lawrence Pipeline’ & The Impossible Standards For Women In Hollywood

Jennifer Lawrence is back. The Oscar winner who was once the self-deprecating crown jewel of the Hollywood scene has been moving in the shadows in the past couple of years. Now, she slowly steps back into the spotlight as she stars in the upcoming film, Don’t Look Up. In the Hunger Games star’s first major interview since her conscious exit from the public eye, the weight of the public’s scrutiny has undeniably shaken Lawrence’s girl-next-door persona. 

“I just think everybody had gotten sick of me. I’d gotten sick of me. It had just gotten to a point where I couldn’t do anything right,” she tells Vanity Fair. “If I walked a red carpet, it was, ‘Why didn’t she run?’… I think that I was people-pleasing for the majority of my life. Working made me feel like nobody could be mad at me: ‘Okay, I said yes, we’re doing it. Nobody’s mad.’ And then I felt like I reached a point where people were not pleased just by my existence. So that kind of shook me out of thinking that work or your career can bring any kind of peace to your soul.”

The interview is littered with pauses, with Lawrence considering the weight of her words. “I’m so nervous. I haven’t spoken to the world in forever,” she tells interviewer Karen Valby. 

The toll of being one of the world’s most visible women (considering that in early 2018 she was one of the highest-paid actors in the world, and in 2014 her private nude photographs were leaked), has left her more reserved than ever. It’s an important choice for the pregnant star to not divulge too much about her baby — the boundaries of her private life have been crossed many times, after all. 

So, what exactly happened? How did the once considered lovable, self-effacing, Favorite Face of Heroism, turn into a celebrity that even other celebrities find annoying?

Comedian and TikTok user Keara Sullivan has her theory, one she calls "The Jennifer Lawrence Pipeline." This is when a widely beloved or relatable actress eventually loses their public support. Sullivan points out a few key signs a female celebrity is falling down this pipeline. One, there is a film genre change — typically starting in comedy and then changing direction (for Lawrence, the reverse is true). Secondly, the drawcard with these celebrities comes from their off-screen personalities. 

“I think because so much of a woman’s success in Hollywood depends on her persona off-screen, a fall from grace is a lot more frequent,” Sullivan says. “We, as a public, demand a lot more emotional labour from women; we demand to know them a lot more personally. We form our opinions on them not based on their acting work, but them as a human being.”

Through interviews and public appearances, these celebrities are put through the media spin cycle and audiences are presented with an overload of coverage. Once they provide us with the level of visibility and intimacy we demanded, we grow tired of them, even marking them as narcissistic or attention-seeking.

The consequences of these consistent jabs continue to erode Lawrence’s self of sense today. “My biggest concern [when on the set of Don’t Look Up] was I did not want to annoy Meryl Streep,” she tells Valby. “That’s my worst nightmare. So, I will only speak if spoken to, and I will be the least annoying person in the room.”

Granted, Lawrence isn’t without her flaws and past blunders too. She’s a self-proclaimed “asshole” to her fans, made an insensitive joke at the expense of sacred Hawaiian rocks,  and took hold of a plane’s PA system to celebrate an Eagles win.

What sealed her "cool girl" badge of honor was her defiant need to prove that she was just a "regular" person. In a fashion that’s peak early 2010s, Lawrence regularly reiterated that she loves junk food, would joke around about her "gross" bodily functions, and brush off compliments. 

She was the living and breathing emblem of Gillian Flynn’s "cool girl" trope. “Being the cool girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size two,” Flynn writes in Gone Girl.

Of course, this non-existent and damaging expectation of women sets them up for failure. We put women up on pedestals without their permission and then brandish them with the same hands we applauded them with. We give them no choice but to disappear, to stay quiet. Only after then do they dare to reemerge, a meeker and more cautious version of what they once were. 

Yes, Lawrence has returned — but her disappearance in the first place speaks volumes.