“Oh, yeah… Look at that! I bet that’s a victim right there!” – Pastor Kevin, as he hangs out his car window, cruising the streets of Houston looking for sex workers (8 Minutes, S01E01).
A&E’s 8 Minutes is a reality show whose fundamental premise is the divination of meaning from the female form. Combining the obsessive-compulsive voyeurism of good cop/bad criminal/mangled naked lady shows like CSI and Law & Order SVU, with the endless translation of muted behavior that one expects to find on Animal Planet, Pastor Kevin and his team of “Advocates” are possessed of the notion that they know victims. And what is more, every woman that they lure to their hotel room is a victim prior to her having been baited by the show. The word “victim” is used incessantly throughout the series.
Of course, this relentless labeling functions as speech act, at once instantiation and incantation, as Pastor Kevin is a predator who dissimulates his intentions so as to catch sex workers on camera. But then, this lie is meant to reveal “the truth” of his designated Other. And who better than an unmarked Pastor/Cop to divine both the secrets of souls and their bodies of evidence? He’s almost a blank page!
Pastor Kevin is the John from hell, a “Knight with Shining Hard-On” (Juliana Piccillo, “Vice,” pp. 139-152) whose holier-than-thou concern for trafficking victims is limited exclusively to adult cis-women. And that’s interesting! No transwomen. No kids. And no men. As far as I can tell. On a show that claims to care about trafficking victims writ large, what are the odds?
The hypocrisy, pretension, poor judgment, perversion, and very real harm caused to victims of the show have all been commented upon here and here and here and here and here.
Likewise, the distinction of choice, conflation before the law, and consequent cross-contamination between full service sex work and sex trafficking are elucidated here, here, and here.
And finally, the show’s death knell was recently sounded over the span of two articles by BuzzFeed. Grassroots reports and fundraising are ongoing for the redress to those who were promised false help by the show. Please donate here!
So why in the hell am I writing about it this late in the game?
It is not my goal to attempt a reiteration of what has already been said. But I would like to offer a reading of the relentless narrativizing of the feminine form and the implicit belief in a hidden corporeal authenticity that 8 Minutes enacts, because I see it elsewhere. I see it in the Laverne Cox/Meghan Murphy uproar, in the furor over teen girls sexting their naked image, and in the treatment of sexual assault victims, writ large.
What I keep noting in the mediatized representation of the semi-nude female form is a need to further unveil “Her” and interpret “Her.” A belief that the words that fall from Her mouth mean something other than what She says about Herself, so that female sexual agents are translated as victims and female sexual victims are translated as agents.
This isn’t Mulvey’s Male Gaze. It isn’t even Metz’s Scopophilia. It’s more like a pinhole camera wherein the self-proclaimed meaning of a woman’s behavior and speech is consistently revealed, unveiled, and exposed as the inverse. Nakedness is a ruse. Nudity is a lie. Her true intention must be wrested from her inert, dumb body. And weirdly, the “Truth” is always the exact inverse of what she says. The speech that comes from a woman’s body is never as is. It is consistently, rigidly upside-down.
Sexual assault victims are ventriloquized as agents. Sexual agents are ventriloquized as victims.
That’s my thesis.
Let’s see how it plays out in 8 Minutes.
The Photos/The Bodies
Each episode commences with the choosing of a victim, and as Pastor Kevin loves to reiterate, all these women can be found online! Scrolling through what appears to be Criagslist, Kevin and his “three little girls” who were once trafficked (yup, that’s a Charlie’s Angels reference) examine the myriad photos and copy whilst explaining the tell-tale signs of a sex slave.
These signs are:
- Provocative Posing — According to Pastor Kevin, a woman is not born knowing how to pose pretty for the camera. And that may be true. However, to the extent that it is literally impossible to conceive of an un-posed femininity thanks to both art and the singular commercialization of the female form, the only pimp here is Western culture. Pastor Kevin is literally disavowing the only version of femininity of which we can collectively conceive, and calling it an indicator of sex trafficking. Again, that might be true, in a flamboyantly academic sort of way… But in that case, femininity is always already a sex slave and to be a woman is to be a victim; the one implies the other.
- Concealed Faces – This “sign” is so ridiculous it’s embarrassing. Violence against women is sufficiently rampant in this culture so as to merit a National PSA. Sex work is stigmatized to such an extent that many sex workers who provide legal services elect to hide their faces, and full sex work, at least in America, is illegal. You go to jail for it! Wouldn’t you hide your face? Pastor Kevin is calling a very reasonable attempt at self-protection an indicator of abuse. But really, it indicates the anticipation of abuse and is an attempt to avert it before it occurs.
- The Imagined Presence of a Photographer/Pimp – Or a timed camera. Or a webcam. Or a selfie stick. Or a friend. Or a hired professional. Or they could even be fake! Beyond Pastor Kevin’s homosocial obsession with pimps, there are whole slew of other, more probable alternatives.
- Tattoos – According to Pastor Kevin, tattoos are often an indication of a woman being owned. You know, like whenever someone tattoos another’s name on them. Dare I say it, I’m tempted to call these inky scrawls “pimp sigils.” And according to an old Fox News poll, 47 percent of women under the age of 35 have one. Damn! That’s a lot of lady property!
- Lastly, Injuries – This is the only overt indicator of abuse named, the only one for which I have any sympathy. And yet, even this assumes far too much to be an indicator of anything. Maybe this woman does MMA or Rollerderby. Maybe she’s a Masochist. Maybe she self-harms. Who knows?
You’d think the woman would, right? (hardy-har)
The Interviews/The Narrative
Although sources have come forward stating that the interview section is staged, 8 Minutes, like any other show on TV, is an exercise in storytelling. Veracity comes second to mythos, and fictions have very real effects.
On the show, Pastor Kevin has been consistently amazed at the ease with which the women on his program, once trapped in a hotel room with a stranger, spill their stories of past hardship. He interprets this as a supernatural sign that the women know they are safe and trust him, a byproduct of his warm, cuddly, pastor/cop air.
I do not. I attribute this to the fact that many of the victims of the show routinely recount never having been listened to anyway. And there’s no need to hold your tongue if no one ever listens.
Courtney, in the first episode, states: “The molestation started as a child. That’s probably why I got into the night life.”
Pastor Kevin leans in and responds breathlessly : “You shared this very traumatic thing and you didn’t even, like, flinch.”
Cut to Pastor Kevin addressing the audience: “Some of the things that you hear from these women will take your breath away. For them, it’s become normal.”
Later, en route to a supposed safe house, Courtney recounts being raped by a John and going to the police only to be told that she’s a “whore.” She says that she’s tried to get help numerous times. This basic structure is repeated again and again throughout the show. These women seek out help of their own accord and are ignored by the authorities who are meant to aid them.
Both Domina Elle and Tara Burns have correctly dubbed such narratives “trauma porn,” meaning that these are abuse stories meant to titillate their audience, not elicit empathy for any one specific woman. But I think there’s more going on here, as well.
In the last aired episode (5), Candi states that she began sex work after a divorce. She discusses an abusive romantic partner and states that he hurt her so bad that “he killed a part of [her] beautifulness.”
Cut to “Advocate” Stephanie on the verge of tears, stating: “I understand where Candi is coming from. This life can really kill you because it takes your life. You just lose a piece of you every day.”
Wait, what!? What “life”? Candi was speaking about what led her to sex work, not sex work itself. Any trauma she has suffered began before “the Life,” in the vanilla/straight/civilian/normative world to which Pastor Kevin & Co. are so eager to return her.
So is the problem sex work? Or is the problem widespread violence against women? Because the one is not the other, despite the nonstop, sloppy conflations made by the “rescue” team. And what are they proposing to rescue these women from? Molestation? Domestic abuse? Unemployment? An unresponsive and nonchalant police force? The threat of homelessness?
No. No. No. No. And no. The only thing 8 Minutes is rescuing these women from is their source of income. The sexist and violent sociological factors that make sex work seem attractive and/or normal and/or necessary are all left intact. In fact, these very real sociological issues are all deafly subsumed into Pastor Kevin’s own sex trafficking narrative, so that “the Life” precedes “the Life” and is indistinguishable from it. Quotidian violence against women has now been localized as a problem of sex trafficking. Oh, wow. That’s great. So as long as I’m not involved with sex work, I’ll be safe. That’s good to know.
Lessons/Conclusions
“Nowhere is woman treated according to the merit of her work, but rather as a sex. It is therefore almost inevitable that she should pay for her right to exist, to keep a position in whatever line, with sex favors. Thus it is merely a question of degree whether she sells herself to one man, in or out of marriage, or to many men. Whether our reformers admit it or not, the economic and social inferiority of woman is responsible for prostitution.” – Emma Goldman, The Traffic in Women
This piece just triggered a couple of thoughts. I just read a book called the Happiness Industry, which talks about the way that psychologists/economists have used happiness as a way to try to take people with agency out of policy. In other words, they try to figure out if you’re happy by looking at biological signs or at what you spend money on, which means you don’t have to talk to people. Expert interpretation trumps the experience of the person in question.
Also, Linda Williams’ Hard Core argues that the basic genre trope of pornography is an effort to discover the truth of women—said truth being bodily expression of (involuntary) pleasure, rather than whatever the woman in quesiton happens to be saying.
Statistics make for lousy storytelling. And no one is an expert. I know. If I was an expert on anything it would be experts. ;)
I always think about fairy tales and myth whenever I think about happiness. Everyone who laments the “happily ever after” as a false promise to the kiddies must not have read the texts… like, at all. I have yet to encounter a hero or heroine (fictional or otherwise) whose life wasn’t an abject horror show right up until “The End.” Fairy tales seem very realistic to me. Indeed, they should be making kids downright hard!
But we’re shit readers in this society. The literate are not necessarily. We stress a punchline and say the entire journey to the punchline is irrelevant. Which actually speaks to your piece on Spoiler Alerts in the LA Times. We are a nation that does not know how to read a text. And the reading comprehension tests we give our children should cause us to curl up in shame. It is entirely plot based: no nuance, no consideration of word choice, no stress on theme. Our structure for evaluating a story in school is the plot arc. Ha!
Oddly, this leads me to empathy. Empathy is a function of imagination and curiosity. If you don’t wonder, you won’t have empathy. And it is imprecise. It is not statistical. This is a skill that is never taught to us because it doesn’t yield “results.” Indeed, it’s a “waste of time” to pick a person who alienates you and ask yourself: What would I have to *feel* to behave as they behave?
And that’s fiction. Empathy leads to “Fiction.” Statistics lead to “Truth.”
And kids totally have it. Kids don’t look at a homeless person and think: Yeah, I’m sure that person deserved it. Adults seemingly have to…
I don’t know if this addresses your comment, Noah… Hopefully, there’s something in it.
And “Hard Core,” yes! I’ve been hearing about it for too long. I need to read it. There is so much I need to read.
That’s interesting…hadn’t really thought of US inability to parse texts as a kind of large scale criticism of how we interact with the world, though it makes some sense. There are strands of theology that talk about narratives as essential to morality. If you can’t tell the proper story, you can’t be ethical (or human, arguably.)
So, I have this friend I met online whose opinions and feedback always make me grow in new and strange ways, and I feel very lucky to know her. She gave me permission to publish what she had to say about this piece. I find her insight so illuminating my eyes are still adjusting. (haha) I love the way she writes! :)
“Fabulous and brilliantly written. I loved it and endorse every word.
But I had to look up the show and was appalled into stunned silence.
Now they/we ARE victims. The very opposite of the proclaimed “rescue mission”. Even with the myopic trans-ventriloquism inversions. Duped victims of a fucking entertainment game show! I can’t believe this shit was ever conceived never mind aired. So if we’re labelled as victims in the first instance, and even if we want to disavow that and own our own agency, we’re paternally trafficked into victimhood with this. They’ve doubled and deepened the perceived victimhood with this show. By making a show of us (in every sense). What an irony.
Wow.
It’s prurient, cheap, blinkered and wrong on so many levels. These women have been effectively mugged. It’s nothing short of a mediastic orgiastic public stoning for (let’s get right to the heart of it) adultery. Breaking the Law of the Father. We’re pantomically cast as Olympia dolls to be “saved” before we castrate them, no? Mr Sandman. If ever there was a show with a castration complex, it’s this. Which feeds nicely into all the invisibility veils, hiddenness, tattoo witch marks, and scary interiors.
It’s total reification.
God, I want to vomit.
I’m totally off-stride now :( ”
***And in a later email.***
“You’re right I don’t like being angry but it’s always been my main grundbestimmung on feminist issues ever since I wasn’t allowed to do woodwork at school because I was a girl. I wanted to make a boat not a blouse. Of course to stay angry about feminist issues really means angry with the entire order(ing) of things. That most people don’t get that, that they don’t see how feminism, in anything other than name, isn’t even one isolable topic extruded from an otherwise acceptable society just makes me even more angry. Feminism might focus on women but it isn’t about women in the end. It’s about men. It’s so hard to get that across. ”
? I’m fucking blessed in the interlocutor dept. ?
Hey Noah,
Although I saw no evidence of it in academia, there’s this article: http://www.openculture.com/2013/10/study-finds-that-reading-tolstoy-other-great-novelists-can-increase-your-emotional-intelligence.html, and I think that I buy it.
But I’d go farther to say that an inability to “read” is why the subaltern can’t speak. The subaltern speaks just fine, the fault lies with the altern.
Actually, I am certain that I am subconsciously quoting Irigaray on this.
Tried to think of one positive sex worker story I’ve seen from my thousands of hours of media consumption was Inara on Firefly. Even there she wasn’t respected by the captain .I miss my cats.
Re: positive sex worker stories in recent media; I just read a great piece today from the London Review of Books from 9 April 2015 by Joanna Biggs: “A Day’s Work: The Hooker, The Landowner and the Man in the Call Centre.” Really excellent journalism can still be found!
I’ve heard good things about the representation of sex workers in Deadwood. I’ve heard this from clients (who also tipped me off to Inara); but I haven’t watched Deadwood yet (I have watched Firefly, thanks to my clients). Off the top of my head I’d point to Closer and Mysterious Skin. I really relate to both of those personages in a myriad of ways. I think there are far more positive representations of sex workers (and women) in music, actually. Film and TV, admittedly, is more barren in my experience, although I do feel that my current blank might be a false negative. If I think of something, I’ll certainly get back…
Rewatching Six Feet Under and, so far, the SWer is represented really well. I could retract but, it’s in Season 2.
IIRC the SW continues to be well represented. I’ll be interested in your assessment, regardless.
On a side note, Six Feet Under is (maybe) the only show I’ve watched where sex addiction is treated seriously.