Defensive, Dishonest, and Insufficient

[Content Note: Transphobia; cissexism; privilege; harassment; self-harm.]

Last Friday, I wrote about Caleb Hannan's Grantland article, "Dr. V's Magical Putter," in which the writer outed a trans woman after promising to "focus on the science and not the scientist," then abandoning that promise once he discovered she was trans. The woman, Essay Anne Vanderbilt, aka Dr. V, took her own life during the course of reporting the story, and her suicide became part of that story.

I was hardly alone in criticizing the story, its writer, and the editors who chose to publish it. Jessica Luther has put together a timeline which includes many other reactions. Even that is not an exhaustive accounting of the public criticism of the decision to write and publish this story. Which is not a knock on Jess, but an observation about the vastness of the criticism.

Finally, yesterday afternoon, Grantland editor Bill Simmons responded: "The Dr. V Story: A Letter From the Editor." And though that title suggests his account might be about Dr. V, it is not. It is about him. And his writer. And his staff. It is about them and for them. And it is clearly a conversation he means to have with and for his cis readership.

The 2,700-word piece is ostensibly an admittance of failure and an attempt at accountability. But it is deflective, lingering on the failures of their editorial process rather than meaningfully exploring their failure of decency, centering their perspective rather than centering Dr. V, which ultimately makes the piece wholly insufficient—and extends the very indecency for which Simmons is asserting to be apologizing.

If there's a single observation that can encapsulate what's wrong with Simmons' piece, perhaps it is this: Twice—twice—he says he regrets that Grantland's editorial team failed the writer, Caleb Hannan. "For us, 31-year-old Caleb Hannan had (and has) a chance to be one of those writers. That's why it hurts so much that we failed him." and "As for Caleb, I continue to be disappointed that we failed him." In 2,700 words, Simmons find space to say twice that he is upset by having failed his writer, but cannot find space to express even once his regret at having failed Dr. V.

* * *

Simmons says he wants to do better, so I will extend him the good faith of taking him at his word, and note some additional problems with the piece. This, too, however, is hardly a comprehensive critique, and I hope he will listen in good faith to his many critics, especially trans people who will tease out nuance that I cannot.

Another reason we created Grantland: to find young writers we liked, bring them into the fold, make them better, maybe even see if we could become the place they remembered someday when someone asked them, "So what was your big break?" That matters to us. Just about every writer we have is under 40 years old. Many of them are under 30. I am our third-oldest writer, as crazy as that sounds. For us, 31-year-old Caleb Hannan had (and has) a chance to be one of those writers. That's why it hurts so much that we failed him.
Here, Simmons is positioning youth as an explanation for transphobia. That's not an age thing; it's a privilege thing. By suggesting that it's youth, or inexperience, that can be blamed for a cavernous insensitivity to trans people, Simmons erases trans youth.

How many stories about trans kids, some so young that their parents were navigating their child's gender expression with nursery school administrators, have been published in mainstream media in the last year alone? Those children do not have the luxury of claiming their youth makes them ignorant of trans issues: They're already experiencing the harm of systemic oppression before they're old enough to articulate it.

That matters. It matters that Simmons' perspective is so intractably cis-centric that he imagines it's okay to cite his writer's age as part of the explanation for this failure of sensitivity.
To be clear, Caleb only interacted with her a handful of times. He never, at any time, threatened to out her on Grantland. He was reporting a story and verifying discrepancy issues with her background. That's it. Just finding out facts and asking questions. This is what reporters do. She had been selling a "magical" putter by touting credentials that didn't exist. Just about everything she had told Caleb, at every point of his reporting process, turned out not to be true. There was no hounding. There was no badgering. It just didn't happen that way.

Caleb's biggest mistake? Outing Dr. V to one of her investors while she was still alive. I don't think he understood the moral consequences of that decision, and frankly, neither did anyone working for Grantland.
(Emphasis original.) And clearly, still no one working for Grantland understands the moral consequences of outing Dr. V to one of her investors—because, if anyone did, then Simmons would not be claiming without a trace of irony that Hannan did not "hound" nor "badger" Dr. V. Outing a trans woman is a hostile, harmful act. Would that Hannan only hounded and badgered Dr. V, but, in fact, he exposed her in a way that left her vulnerable to potential violence, for which trans women are disproportionately at risk. A fact of which Dr. V was surely not ignorant.

Simmons seems to imagine that merely because Hannan wasn't all up in Dr. V's grill, personally interrogating her, that he hadn't hounded or badgered her. But the issue is not the quantity of their interactions, but the quality. And Hannan's intense interest in her trans status, no less his willingness to casually out Dr. V to other people, may quite understandably have felt extremely threatening and unsafe for Dr. V.

Eliding Dr. V's perspective of her interactions with Hannan, which included cutting off communication with him and informing him he was about to commit a hate crime, is both cruel and unethical. Dr. V didn't invoke a hate crime because Hannan was going to publicly question her professional credentials; it was because he was going to disclose that she was trans, without her consent.
When anyone criticizes the Dr. V feature for lacking empathy in the final few paragraphs, they're right. Had we pushed Caleb to include a deeper perspective about his own feelings, and his own fears of culpability, that would have softened those criticisms. Then again, Caleb had spent the piece presenting himself as a curious reporter, nothing more. Had he shoehorned his own perspective/feelings/emotions into the ending, it could have been perceived as unnecessarily contrived. And that's not a good outcome, either.
In the middle of a piece supposedly about being accountable for harm, worrying about "softening criticisms" is perhaps not the best way to communicate you give a shit about the harm done to Dr. V, as opposed to the perceived harm done to you.

Further, I can't speak for anyone else, obviously, but, for my part, I hardly think that an exploration of Hannan's feelings would have improved the piece, given that he flippantly categorized it as "the strangest story I've ever worked on." That doesn't suggest a hidden sensitivity about Dr. V and her story, and it is deeply problematic that Simmons is unwilling to be honest about the fact that his writer's public communications in no way suggested any kind of conflict about the story.
But even now, it's hard for me to accept that Dr. V's transgender status wasn't part of this story. Caleb couldn't find out anything about her pre-2001 background for a very specific reason. Let's say we omitted that reason or wrote around it, then that reason emerged after we posted the piece. What then?
Then maybe you would be writing a story about how shitty it was that other people outed Dr. V, because her gender identity was irrelevant to a story about a golf club she invented.
Like everyone else involved with this story, I spent my weekend alternating between feeling miserable, hating myself and wondering what we could have done differently.
Perspective: This is how Simmons felt after a weekend of criticism which exposed failures in his editorial process. And still he imagines that Dr. V did not feel hounded or badgered, when facing publication of an article that would expose her trans identity.
You need to make it more clear within the piece that Caleb never, at any point, threatened to out her as he was doing his reporting.
This is a deflection masquerading as accountability. No, greater clarity was not the issue. The issue is the failure to understand that Hannan never twirling his mustache and cackling about his plans to expose Dr. V does not mean that she did not feel the threat of being outed, sheerly by virtue of Hannan's preoccupation with her being trans, which is evident throughout his article, from the "chill" that runs down his spine when he uncovers this fact, to the entire structure of the piece, that frames him as a detective uncovering a salacious secret.

His approach may have been received as threatening, even if he never threatened to out her. And he did out her! He did the very thing that she feared, so it makes no difference if he explicitly threatened it. Except to justify this shitty story. For which Simmons is apologizing. Except for when he's totally defending it.
We're never taking the Dr. V piece down from Grantland partly because we want people to learn from our experience.
Cis people. They want cis people to learn from their experiences. Never mind that the story is deeply triggering for trans people. Again with the centering of the cis perspective, at the expense of being sensitive to trans people's needs.

And what of Dr. V's family and friends? What is their position on the story remaining online forever? Does it even matter? Were they asked? Perhaps it's just another in this long series of failures of "sophistication."

After all, as Simmons notes twice in the piece, John Wooden once said, "If you're not making mistakes, you're not doing anything."

Welp.

Open Wide...

Open Thread

image of a spiny red sea cucumber

Hosted by a pineapple sea cucumber.

Open Wide...

Question of the Day

[We're wrapping up a little early today, because today is a federal holiday. So Iain is off today, and I'd like to spend the afternoon with him!]

Suggested by Shaker Jewel: "If you could have any body of knowledge downloaded into your brain Matrix-style, what would it be?"

Open Wide...

Daily Dose of Cute

image of Zelda the Black and Tan Mutt sitting next to the couch, looking up with big brown plaintive eyes

This face.

As always, please feel welcome and encouraged to share pix of the fuzzy, feathered, or scaled members of your family in comments.

Open Wide...

Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime



Mariah Carey: "Hero"

Open Wide...

Quote of the Day

"The story goes like this: America's affluent are affluent because they made the right lifestyle choices. They got themselves good educations, they got and stayed married, and so on. Basically, affluence is a reward for adhering to the Victorian virtues. ...But the main thing about this myth is that it misidentifies the winners from growing inequality. White-collar professionals, even if married to each other, are only doing okay. The big winners are a much smaller group. The Occupy movement popularized the concept of the '1 percent,' which is a good shorthand for the rising elite, but if anything includes too many people: Most of the gains of the top 1 percent have in fact gone to an even tinier elite, the top 0.1 percent. And who are these lucky few? Mainly they're executives of some kind, especially, although not only, in finance. You can argue about whether these people deserve to be paid so well, but one thing is clear: They didn't get where they are simply by being prudent, clean, and sober."—Paul Krugman, in "The Undeserving Rich."

[Related Reading: Wealth Gap.]

Open Wide...

FYI

Disqus is doing some maintenance this morning, which I suspect is why comments threads are taking awhile to load and comments are hanging. Hopefully it won't be too long until commenting is back to normal.

Open Wide...

In the News

Here is some stuff in the news today.

[Content Note: Sexual violence; assault; torture; harassment; exhortations to self-harm] Via @LoriAdorable, Amanda Brooks, an escort and advocate, has documented the case of a client viciously harming one of her colleagues, and now documents, in extraordinary and sobering detail, the campaign of harassment and threats he and his hired PI (and supporters, or sockpuppets masquerading as supporters) have unleashed on she and her colleague in retribution. "He wants to make our lives miserable and I assume if he can't dig enough dirt, he will either make it up or simply harass us in other ways—such as posting YouTube videos, RipOffReport claims, spurious lawsuits and try to bring down our websites. Oh, and apparently he would like us to kill ourselves and save his lazy ass the trouble." The thing is that these guys think they will be able to get away with this horrendous campaign of violence and subsequent intimidation because they are waging it against women in the sex trade and that "no one" will care. If you've got a space in which you write, raise the flags and let these shitheads know we care and we're watching.

[CN: Clergy abuse] Today in Whoops Your Progressive Pope News: "The Vatican Sex Abuse Hearing in One Word: Troubling."

There is a major profile of President Obama in the New Yorker's latest issue. It is very interesting, and you should definitely read the whole thing. I was delighted to see him call out the fact that racism "no doubt" has played a role in the drop in his approval ratings. Also: I am not the right person to comment on his more problematic respectability politics comments, where he straight-up talks about "pathologies" in the black community, and I've yet to find a good response to this specific piece, but here is Trudy on the subject after one of his speeches last year, to start to contextualize some of this stuff.

[CN: Homophobia] The homophobic Bachelor has apologized for saying gay people are "more pervert in a sense" and there shouldn't be a gay Bachelor because it would be bad for kids to watch. It sounds like a great apology written by someone who makes a lot of money in PR! By the way, I love the idea that kids watching a man choose a female mate from the human equivalent of a pet shelter is somehow terrific for kids to watch, but two people of the same sex would just make it awful.

There have been two expressway shootings near me in the last week. Thank Maude the drivers and passengers have survived. Fucking terrifying.

Iran has halted its uranium enrichment program as part of the deal struck late last year. Wow.

[CN: Environmental disaster; injury] Since the bans on drinking water have been lifted in West Virginia, "hospital admissions and calls to the poison control center have doubled. Emergency room visits have nearly tripled." Fuck.

Grosssssss: "Bush Veterans Eye Office as the Former President's Image Rebounds."

Something something Chris Christie bully unethical criminal.

Via Shaker Kevin Wolf, here is one of my favorite actresses, Anna Deavere Smith, performing excerpts from Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s "Letter from a Birmingham Jail."

Open Wide...

Dr. King's Dream

I Have a Dream

[Voices singing "We Shall Overcome."]

Intro: At this time, I have the honor to present to you the moral leader of our nation. I have the pleasure to present to you Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

[Applause.]

Dr. King: I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Open Wide...

Open Thread

image of an orange and red starfish

Hosted by a starfish.

Open Wide...

Open Thread

image of a Care Bears lunchbox and thermos

Hosted by a Care Bears lunchbox.

This week's Open Threads have been hosted by popular lunchboxes of my childhood.

Open Wide...

Open Thread

image of a Fraggle Rock lunchbox and thermos

Hosted by a Fraggle Rock lunchbox.

Open Wide...

The Virtual Pub Is Open


[Explanations: lol your fat. pathetic anger bread. hey your gay. Skadoodlies.]

TFIF, Shakers!

Belly up to the bar,
and name your poison!

Open Wide...

Careless, Cruel, and Unaccountable

[Content Note: Transphobia; harassment; self-harm.]

screen cap of a tweet authored by Caleb Hannan reading: 'Not sure what to say other than this is the strangest story I've ever worked on.' followed by a link to his article

That is how Grantland writer Caleb Hannan shared his article about Dr. V, the creator of a new golf putter. To get access to Dr. V, Hannan agreed to "focus on the science and not the scientist." But during the course of researching and writing the piece, he discovered that Dr. V was a trans woman—a piece of information he found so interesting that he broke his agreement to focus on the science and not the scientist.

Before the article was published, Dr. V took her own life. The article was published nonetheless, complete with misgendering pronouns peppering the latter part of the narrative arc in which the author casts himself as Holmesian detective uncovering a great mystery.

Hannan distances himself from this tragedy by including in the story the report of a previous attempt at taking her own life made by Dr. V, as if to suggest that her suicide was inevitable.

Further, he catalogs her deception about her educational and professional background alongside the revelation that she is trans, in a way that suggests her failure to reflexively disclose that she is trans as part of any introduction to a new person is a lie, just like so many others she told.

When she does not agree to become the focus of his story, which was meant to be about the science, he pouts and tasks her with the responsibility for his aggressive invasiveness: "Dr. V's initial requests for privacy had seemed reasonable. Now, however, they felt like an attempt to stop me from writing about her or the company she'd founded. But why?" He reports disclosing that Dr. V is a trans woman to one of her investors. He publishes her birth name. He describes the scene of her death. And he concludes the piece by calling it a eulogy.

I have hardly detailed everything objectionable about this article. These are the barest outlines of one of the most cavalier, irresponsible pieces of journalism I have read in a very long time.

There are already legions of defenders, who are keen to make arguments that Dr. V's lies about her background are newsworthy, which is debatable, although I tend to agree that lying about her educational and professional history, which were apparently a central part of the pitch to investors and potential buyers, was unethical and worth reporting.* But her being transgender is entirely irrelevant—and if Hannan's research into the former was what led to his discovery of the latter, it doesn't mean each piece is equally appropriate to report.

One was about her professional life, and stood to potentially damage her career. The other was about her personal life, and stood to put her at risk for both professional retribution and personal harm.

Which is why, in one of her last communications with Hannan, Dr. V warned him that he "was about to commit a hate crime."

But it was just a strange story to the writer.

UPDATE: I urge you to also read Eastsidekate's piece, "What if 'Dr. V' was French?"

[H/T to Carolyn Edgar. You can contact the editors of Grantland here.]

Open Wide...

Quote of the Day

"Some on the left have always tried to introduce a more class-conscious style of politics. These efforts never pan out. America has always done better, liberals have always done better, when we are all focused on opportunity and mobility, not inequality, on individual and family aspiration, not class-consciousness."David Brooks, in his latest garbage column for the New York Times.

LOL. Shut up, David Brooks.

Dean Baker's response to this hogwash is perfect: "Funny, I thought Social Security, the Fair Labor Standards Act (i.e. the 40-hour workweek), the National Labor Relations Board, and other products of the New Deal were pretty big accomplishments. Much of this was done quite explicitly with a sense of class consciousness. These were all measures that were backed by mass movements that sought to ensure that working people got their share of the economic pie."

Brooks wants us to stop talking about class and start focusing on "individual and family aspiration," because then we can keep having terrific conversations about how some individuals and families aren't "aspiring" hard enough, or don't have the right aspirations, or whatever.

It's a lot tougher to victim-blame when you're not tasking individuals with finding solutions to systemtic problems.

Open Wide...

FYI

screen cap of tweet authored by me reading: 'I plan to say this roughly fifty to one billion times between now & the midterm elections: Republicans think people aren't entitled to food.'

So get ready.

Open Wide...

Daily Dose of Cute

image of Olivia the White Farm Cat, asleep on the arm of the couch beneath a lamp, with her pink paw pads showing through an empty glass with Lost's DHARMA logo

Little pink toesies through a DHARMA glass!

As always, please feel welcome and encouraged to share pix of the fuzzy, feathered, or scaled members of your family in comments.

Open Wide...

The Friday Blogaround

This blogaround brought to you by knit hats.

Recommended Reading:

Miya: [Content Note: Worker exploitation; privilege; classism] In the Name of Love

Adrienne: [CN: Racism; appropriation] They Give out Oscars for Racism Now?

Bina: [CN: White supremacy; male supremacy; choice policing] Whitesplained and Mansplained

Angry Asian Man: [CN: Racism; white privilege] How I Met Your Mother Creators Sorry for All the Racism

Jamilah: [video] Watch Lupita Nyong'o Emotional Critics' Choice Awards Speech

Andy: [CN: Homophobia; misogyny] Top Gear Host Jeremy Clarkson Criticized for 'Gay Cunt' Twitter Pic

Leave your links and recommendations in comments...

Open Wide...

Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime



Bernard Butler: "The Sea"

This week's TMNS brought to you by Bernard Butler.

Open Wide...

Jezebel vs. Consent

[Content Note: Hostility to consent; body policing.]

Jezebel—the, ha ha, "feminist" web site—is offering $10K for unretouched photos of Lena Dunham's Vogue shoot. You know, to "start a conversation" about "real bodies" like Dunham's, and how the media distorts them to make them fit the "ideal" feminine image.

As if that conversation can't be started (and has been, um, all over the feminist blogosphere—and as if, for that matter, it hasn't been going on since airbrushing was invented) without denying a woman the autonomy to decide whether she wants those photos released.

Jezebel suggests that Dunham has implied her consent (oh, my) for the unretouched photos to be released, because she's "body positive," appears naked on Girls all the time, and "has spoken out, frequently, about society's insane and unattainable beauty standards." Therefore, anything goes!

Yes, she has. Dunham isn't kyriarchetypically "beautiful." She's made a point of appearing naked on Girls frequently, for, as critics frequently complain, "no reason" (that is, no reason that doesn't involve titillating a hetero male audience, a la Game of Thrones).

But all of that—all of it—is beside the point. Dunham has every right to speak for herself. In contrast: By inviting readers to contribute photos without Dunham's consent, so that Jezebel can publish them as clickbait (whether you're clicking to look at the funny fat lady or to tsk at impossible beauty standards makes little difference), Jezebel is mocking the entire notion of bodily autonomy, for fun and profit.

It's despicable. But I would expect little better from the same media empire that offered a "reward" for any reader who could out the person who gave Magic Johnson HIV.

Open Wide...