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In Defence of Minority Homophobes. (Um, Not Really. But Sorta.)

The decline of colonialism and eurocentrism in the 20th century stemmed largely from two, mutually compatible ideas: first, that all humans are equally deserving of basic human rights; and second, that there is no objective scale by which you can determine the worth of cultures or cultural practices.

But while these two concepts formed the basis for many of the great moral victories of the past hundred years or so, there is still an unease lurking behind them. After all, one says “underneath, we’re all fundamentally the same”, while the other says, “hold on now – actually, we all have different ways of seeing things.” And it’s this discomfiture between what is shared and what is culturally specific that is the source of a lot of the tension within modern multiculturalism.

To get to a point where we could talk about ‘respecting difference’ at all wasn’t easy, of course. Much of it began when people started realizing that it wasn’t necessarily true that “west is best”. Despite being told for decades or centuries that their cultures were inferior, barbaric and backwards, people across the world began to ask themselves: why is my stuff considered not as good simply because it’s judged by Western standards?

It’s a phenomenon that continues today. Western understandings of individualism, familial responsibility etc. often dominate multicultural discourse, even among minorities themselves. Though a bit oblique, it seems worth pointing out that, as I type this, spell check recognizes the word ‘westernized’ but not ‘easternized’. Historically, for a myriad of economic and social reasons, cultural change has largely been framed as a one way movement from East toward West. And it’s something that many of us still fight against, as we try and carve out change according to a different, if fluid, set of cultural standards.

All of which is to say the following: when you’re a minority immigrant living in the west, particularly a first generation one, there’s a good chance you’ve expended a lot of energy defending the idea that your culture, identity and beliefs should be understood and respected on their own terms and in their own context. You feel this every time you hear someone ask whether one’s parents are “traditional”, or you read the comments under a story about arranged marriage, the hijab or any other number of topics.

But what, you may ask, has any of this got to do with Pride, gay rights or homophobia? Well, I guess it’s about this: What do you do when different, historical expressions of oppression bump up against one another? What do you do when the need to respect someone’s culture bumps up against the need to protect gay rights? Well, I have precisely no idea. But here’s what I do know: in a day-to-day context, it is impossible to entirely extricate the historical devaluing of non-Western cultures from condemnations of homophobia as un-Canadian, backward, or wrong. That is an uncomfortable truth – and do note where the emphasis in that sentence was – but it remains a truth nonetheless.

So here’s all I really mean to say. For a lot of immigrants in Toronto, including many I know, when someone tells them their homophobia is stupid and barbaric, they feel, as they have so many times throughout history, that their identities are being denigrated, dismissed or ignored. It sets up a dynamic of confrontation in which the issue, instead of being about all of us having the same rights, starts to feel as if one group is being prioritized over another. That there are numerous logical contradictions at the core of the discomfort – that you cannot have your rights unless you also accept the rights of others; or that, of course, it is often people within visible minority communities who are fighting for gay rights  – is, I’d argue, only one part of the weird, messy equation here.

Yes surely, basic rights are the most important part of the dynamic, and are what we must cling to as the ultimate principle. Years of the complexity of pluralist democracy have taught us that, at the end of the day, there are certain ideals of equality we have to adhere to, even when they override ideals of multiculturalism. And no, no-one is suggesting that upon hearing the word “fag” or “dyke” yelled at you in the street, you get into a calm, rational discussion about sexual identity, patriarchy and cultural difference.

But at its end, this is about strategy and rhetoric. And here’s why I think yelling “stupid bigot!” at immigrant homophobes is bad as strategy. During the recent historic vote in the New York legislature, numerous affirmative voters claimed it was the religious protections in the 2011 bill that made them change their minds. That, particularly to a Canadian, sounded a bit off – maybe even distasteful. But politics isn’t about achieving what you want; it’s about as getting as close to it as you can given the situation at hand. It’s about dealing with the inevitability of history’s crushing weight pressing down upon you. In the New York vote, that weight was the deep ties between American political discourse and religious conservativism. In Canada’s battle against homophobia, it is often the tenuous balance between a history of eurocentrism and the unequivocal need to protect gay rights.

And if that means softening our discourse to those who disagree with us because we are mindful of both the legacy of colonialism and homophobia – then so be it.

This post is part of the Ethnic Aisle, a blog about issues of race, ethnicity and culture in the GTA. This post reflects the opinion of its author and not the Ethnic Aisle or its other participants.

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“One big room / Full of bad bitches”

If your reaction to the above song – Kreayshawn’s “Gucci Gucci” – is anything like mine, you’ll hate it on the first listen, then not be able to get it out of your head and will then proceed to listen to it over and over and over again. What? Totally normal behaviour and not weird at all.

‘Course, the question is this: what is it doing here? I’m not sure. Something about it intrigues me. Perhaps because it’s so alien. Or perhaps because it’s not alien enough.

But! Let’s discuss!

Register the Register/ But Inflect that Dialect

You know what’s weird? The way Kreayshawn’s register both does and does not ‘match up’ with her inflection/accent. By this I mean that the stereotypical generalizations one walks into the song with don’t quite fit. While rhyming, moments of ‘West coast valley girl’ pop up, while at others they seem to disappear entirely behind… hm, what to call it? I guess “the hip-hop inflected accent that people say isn’t about race but totally is in how it signifies, especially in terms of its layered, ambivalent, now-it-has-cultural currency-and-now-it-doesn’t-ness”? Yeah, that.

Let’s talk about bitches, bitches.

This song and its refrain of “1 big room / Full of bad bitches” seems to be the best argument – or maybe just the most recent one – for the feminist reclamation of the word “bitch”. Discuss.

More to the point, “I’m full of swag and it’s pumping out my ovaries” seems as phallogocentrically feminist as it’s gonna get, doesn’t it?

“Why you lookin’ bitter? / I be looking better”

There is a tiny, infinitesimally small part of me that wants to be an 18 year old girl so I too can adopt the weird Parkdale-Williamsburg-Oakland style exhibited by Kreayshawn’s hype girl – who I assume is her DJ/producer? I could probably look things like that that up, but it’s all waaay better as a mystery.

Cultural Appropriation

*sirens* WHITE GIRL RAPPIN’ WOO WOO *sirens*

Hm, this one is messy. To me, the thing about cultural appropriation is not the ownership of culture, but is more about how the circulation of images/ideas can either reaffirm the links between racial identity and assumptions of potential or challenge them. Another important aspect is privilege. To be able to take on or take off markers of cultural identity – but not be able to do the same with skin colour – causes all sortsa problems.

I don’t really care about issues of “stealing” culture. But the necklace of a “Native American head”, a la the Cleveland Indians logo? That throws things off. It’s one thing to repurpose a sign when its multiple valences have been altered by history. It’s quite another to do so when social and systemic prejudice against Aboriginal Americans remains unforgivably high. So, yeah, fuck that noise.

At the end of the day, though: I guess the thing with cultural appropriation is this: there is no neutral music, and there is no neutral language. So the only responsible thing to do is to address the politics that the ‘disparity’ between identity and aesthetic production that the act of the utterance itself produces.

When Das Racist rhyme about the litany of artists who have sung in “Fake Patois“, they do so in their own fake faux-Jamaican/Caribbean patois. But they also talk about a lost bit of Jamaican history: Shaun X. Bridgmohan who is “the first Jamaican in Kentucky Derby”. So, deliberate or not, the song leaves you in a perfectly appropriate suspension between the impossibility of authenticity but the significance of the discourse of authenticity.

Yeah, Kreayshawn doesn’t do that.

The female gaze

The song seems to ricochet back and forth between two ideas: one if that ‘we are so full of swag, we don’t need your items of conspicuous consumption’ – the insanely catchy “Gucci Gucci Louis Louis Fendi Fendi Prada/ Basic bitches wear that shit so I don’t even botha’” – to explicitly invoking the culture of surveillance and performance of teenage girls: “Bitch you ain’t no Barbie / I hear you work at Arby’s”.

That contradiction, however, is perfectly captured by Kreayshawn’s, um, meditation on the legitimacy of Kat Stacks, in which she seems to speak in contradictions. I didn’t understand it at all, but that’s why it’s perfect.

Again, I’m assuming Kat Stacks is a person who exists, but this is all much better when it remains enigmatic and full of possibility

Conclusion

Was this my usual attempt at recuperative analysis, a la Transformers 2? Or self-satire? Or am I just inappropriately obsessed with a song not at all aimed at me?

Yeah. It’s definitely one of those.

More to the point, isn’t this what should have happened years ago? When the signifier just detached of its own accord and started floating around, full of so much swag it removed itself from history?

Edit: Oh! I forgot a link to this: “On Kreayshawn and the Utility of Black Women“, which not only starts with a Zora Neale Hurston quote (!), but also has this line – “It’s like tumblr made a video,” said one tumblrite, speaking of the white Cali hipster aesthetics of Kreyashawn’s Gucci Gucci – which is the most perfect encapsulation ever. Seriously, look at the visual style of the chorus section – it’s a Facebook photo album, right?

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Foodies and their Enemies

Though the neighbourhood I live in has a myriad of choices for cafes aimed at foodies and left-leaning hipsters – replete with spreads of organic coffee, vegan cupcakes and gluten-free date squares – the place I was sitting in was rather nondescript. It was a bit west of the action, in Koreatown, and was decorated more like a cafeteria than  downtown cafe. There were two types of coffee – regular and Irish Cream – and you could get very ordinary things like scrambled (battery) eggs on store bought bagels.

I sat there, with three screens spread out before me (laptop, ebook reader, smartphone), typing away. Something about how ordinary this place was helped me work.

Then, as I worked, my phone chimed its two-tone orchestral note, and I saw my mother had sent me an email. The subject line read “oh, we have to make these cookies”. In the email itself, there was a link and another line that read “well really, I mean that you have to make these cookies”. This is my life, perfectly encapsulated: in a cafe frequented by other harried students and writers too proud to work at a Starbucks, I write abstract ideas about the changing nature of the self and technology only to interrupted by an email from my mom linking me to a baking recipe.

Yeah, the recipe for ‘the One Cookie you Should Bake this Holiday‘ looked grand. But it was the comments underneath that caught my eye, because they seemed so strangely incongruous with a recipe for a Christmas cookie. One read “sugar is like a magnet for cancer”. Another re-did the recipe with unbleached flour and a list of organic ingredients, proclaiming ‘it would be healthy if…’.Yet more debated whether organic was really healthier, or if people shouldn’t even expect such a thing as a healthy cookie.

Call me nuts, but I thought this was interesting.

There’s something odd here, I think. People are struggling with their knowledge of something connected to ‘health’ and ‘nutrition’ and ‘science’. They’re concerned. They want to know what the best thing is to put in their bodies. We all do. We read nutrition labels and obsessively pore over every new study. In my case, I pay particular attention to the ones that say red wine is good for you.

But in at least a couple of ways, people are also working to perform their knowledge: first, to display a command of the contemporary by expressing what they know about ‘food’, in the way some might have once had an encyclopedic knowledge of music or an understanding of economics; and secondly, to express resistance to what they perceive as a broad historical, industrial trend that has corrupted our relationship to food, nutrition and health, taking it away from the natural and organic and substituting economic concerns for those of health and happiness.

These people are what we can safely call foodies.

And as I’ve pontificated before in 140 characters or less, while what I call ‘food nerds’ are people into the culinary arts, foodies are much more. They are, among other things, concerned with the connection between the production and consumption of food and the more general ills of late-capitalism. Food nerds like cooking; foodies like understanding why they should be cooking with organic, locally-sourced vegetables.

At times, this is about the the personal political: the small choices we make in consumption and behaviour that mark out a kind of political choice in how we engage with the world. At others, however, it turns into a game of one-upmanship, peer-pressure and self-righteousness, those bugbears that have always been the dark, rotting underbelly of the left. Food becomes another kind of marker of an activist consciousness, in part, perhaps, because it is one that can be performed through consumption. There is no better anti-capitalism than the one you can display through purchasing.

It’s an idea that Peter Meehan takes up in T Magazine. There he writes about what happens when an activist awakening reaches a kind of tipping point, and instead of being a political movement, a situation arises in which one’s capacity to perform one’s mastery of a certain kind of knowledge becomes a kind of currency within a given culture or subculture.

Meehan illustrates the downside through a couple of anecdotal examples in which he or others are chastised or treated with condescension for the choices they make concerning food. The problem?

And I’m left to wonder: Is all this righteousness going in the right direction? Or will the snake eventually eat its own tail? What originally drew me to so many of these better-practice/better-flavor foodstuffs was the joy, the passion behind them. What I’m worried about is that as the food thing gets trendier and trendier, at some point the know-it-alls will scare off the casually interested. Maybe even their fellow foot soldiers. Is that sustainable?

This is the sneaking problem. Health and nutrition as discourses of knowledge have turned into markers of class and social currency, and the divisions those categories foster are reproduced through a discourse of ‘health’. Those who know behave responsibly; those who don’t betray the world and themselves.

I think there’s a really important think piece waiting to be written on this phenomenon. But more than just poking a bit at foodies a little too much into local and organic, the idea of how particular assertions of knowledge can galvanize people against your viewpoint, regardless of its veracity or defensibility is, I think, one of key issues of our time. Left-right divides, Islamist terrorism, race relations, or even the gay marriage debate in the US – all of these engender dynamics of either moral righteousness or superciliousness on both sides that potentially aggravate rather than ameliorate the conditions for a kind of resolution or acceptance. When you are told consistently that your political viewpoint is the product of ignorance, you are not exactly chomping at the bit to switch sides.

Food is a locus for an incredibly complex network of late-capitalist relations. Projects like Foodprint are working hard to understand how it all works and how we might work to change it. But it seems there’s at least some risk that ethical eating may become another instance in which ethics is co-opted by a need to perform the appearance of ethics, and your ‘foodprint’ will be another way in which you are judged according to a coercive norm not equally accessible to all.

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If you ever come over – and if you’re a regular reader of this blog, you might have done so or might do so in the future – what I cook for you will, I’d like to think, be hearty and tasty, and will probably prepared with a fastidious care bordering on the obsessive.

But it may not be made from organic produce; and some of it may have even traveled here from California. It’s not because I don’t care. It’s that, presented with a set of largely material constraints, I’d make a decision that on that night – in the low light, in the haze of red wine, quiet, sparkling music, and soft murmurs between friends – I’d want to insist on a moment of aesthetic pleasure, even if our mutual politics had, for various reasons, to fall by the wayside. And maybe that won’t be so bad, because it’ll be an exception to the rule. It’ll just be a night, where we’ll sit lethargically after eating a touch too much, so that the next day as we wander down Bloor, we have the happiness, hope and resolve to – oh, I don’t know – maybe pop into a cafe full of reclaimed wood and order an organic, fair-trade coffee and a locally sourced vegan cupcake.

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For Bodies That Beckon

For a couple of months now, I’ve seen this ad on the subway. In what I think is the situation for a lot of straight male feminists, my reaction to this was both “wow, seriously?” and, um, “hm, that’s actually a little bit hot”.

Still, on an intellectual level, I didn’t like the ad. The cartoon woman is bent over cakes while shopping at the grocery store. It seems to reaffirm every notion of the always-present potential for objectification – that while picking up something at a grocery store, one suddenly becomes a sexualized body, whether or not one intends to.

Still, as I’ve discussed on this blog before, there is always the difficult question of claiming or attempting to control the undercurrent of desire that circulates both around and through the sexualized female body. And my pal Emma took up this line of reasoning in this post at Shameless Mag, where she defends the ad:

It’s important to note that the woman in this ad is not necessarily misrepresenting women. Many choose to wear heels, makeup, and provocative clothing, and are very happy about it. Some women enjoy bending over and giving a little show at the grocery store. (Personally, I enjoy being ogled from time to time. As I walked the streets of Victoria, B.C. in a fairly short dress this summer, a girl told me: “I like your legs. They’re very womanly.” I beamed.)

I like this ad I because I see it as a playful and sexy throwback that successfully reaches its target market: women who shave their legs because they consider it attractive. While many women rock hairy legs like Mo’Nique, others prefer to keep their gams smooth. To shave or not to shave is a decision made with very personal reasons.

In a sense then, this is an argument over what many call “erotic capital“. The power to invoke desire in other is (I imagine) pretty powerful. To be able to change others’ behaviour based on the strange overlapped desire where, for lack of a better description, people can’t decide if they want to fuck you or be you can’t help but afford one some kind of social power. This, after all, is what the ad is selling: use this product and you too shall be able to beckon.

Of course, at the same time, it’s hard not to see the ad as promoting the reduction of a female subject to an object. What’s more, that objectification can’t help but reinforce sexist notions of capability versus ‘privilege’; to use erotic capital as an advantage inevitably raises those privileged-soaked discussions between the achievement that was ‘earned’ (“I worked hard for this, man”) and the one that is seen as illegitimately gained (“She just got that job because she’s pretty.”)

We still live firmly in a historical dynamic in which women’s sexuality has been used to suppress women (the Eve temptation, the ever-present threat of seduction etc.) while also being suppressed itself. So contemporary feminism finds itself in a bind where it must both embrace an empowering kind of sexuality and the reclamation of bodies, while still dealing with a society that often frowns upon open expressions of both sexuality and the body itself.

So I’m not sure if this particular ad is the best starting point for this discussion, but erotic capital… your thoughts?

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The Coin, When Spinning, Still Glints in the Light

We exist in a weird moment in history:

  • On the one hand, the aggregative power of the web to collect and centralize knowledge and intelligence is laying bare the power of ‘public knowledge’, softening the hard line between expert and layperson.
  • On the other, we live in a time where the electoral and political process – the rise of the Tea Party down south and the dominance of Rob Ford in Toronto’s mayoral campaign – are doing much to prove that the democratic political process is reaching a breaking point. At some point, we have to deal with the discomforting and discomfiting reality that the reliance of democracy upon an idea of ‘the people knowing best’ is fundamentally flawed.

Ok, that’s a silly, sweeping generalization. But it’s a sentiment at least worth thinking about.

On the surface, these two simultaneous phenomena look like a contradiction in which we say both that “democracy works” and “democracy is failing” at the same time. But that’s misleading. Crowdsourcing works not because of the aggregated knowledge of the general public, but because it can collect the ‘amateur expertise’ of thousands, which when aggregated, can sometimes prove to be superior to an individual expert. It’s not as if a random sampling of a 100,000 North Americans will necessarily reveal brilliance; it’s that people who self-select to offer up their knowledge can do pretty amazing things when that knowledge is gathered together. The web allows a kind and scale of gathering that simply wasn’t practical before. What is also suggests is that democracy is and never was about ‘the knowledge of the people’ as much as it was skilled guidance of their interests.

But the recent thrust of political movements in North America suggests something quite different. In the Tea Party and Rob Ford we have widespread support for candidates whose actual capacity to govern the massive operating budgets of states and large cities, or navigate the intricate diplomatic complexities of day-to-day politics, are overshadowed by the dissemination of a particular rhetoric in the public sphere. That rhetoric is often superficially appealing – cutting taxes is inherently good – but doesn’t always necessarily line up with considered appraisals of what a given socio-economic system needs.

The web both helps and hinders here. It makes it easier to spread facts; but more importantly, it also makes it easier to spread their backgrounds and justifications. At the same time, as an active rather than passive medium, it also makes it easy to construct a specific world view untouched by contradictory approaches. The web has certainly aided the dissemination of things like ‘Obama is a Muslim’ or the viability of Rob Ford’s subway plan.

But I think it’s a mistake to make that about blame. To simply say that someone who votes for Christine O’Donnell or Rob Ford “is stupid” is to miss the massive socio-cultural networks that allow for their ascent, from the education system, to the length of the late-capitalist work-week to the media’s inability (both economic and cultural) to spread complex information. What’s more, it also fails to take into account the incredible pace at which this new information network has found its place within public discourse. I mean, most schools are yet to teach students about the basics of using Windows or OS X.

If Rob Ford is so popular because he promises to slash $250 million from an $11.6 billion budget, how are people to know that this is: a) a drop in the bucket; b) will likely leave people worse off than not? More complex: If Tea Partiers are committed to the notion that less government is better, when presented with the fact that it is social democracies that consistently have the highest standard of living in the world, will they change their minds?

Democracy is supposed to function through the aggregated intention of a population. The problem is, the overlapping systems of economics, ideology and the networks of public discourse all work to foreclose debate about novel or large-scale solutions, instead encouraging a political situation in which stability is maintained through a tug-of-war between right and left.

So what role, if any, can the web play in breaking the stalemate in which the core need of democracy – an informed, engaged public – is pre-empted by the material necessities of the democratic-capitalist process itself? Can it only work to further fracture the possibility of aggregated political action? Is the web of Facebook and Buzzfeed a kind of Baudrilliardian nightmare come true? Or is there some sliver of hope in the spaces between these two sides of democracy?

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Checking In to Check Yourself Out

It is difficult not to occasionally smile a bit wryly when people take to Twitter to decry the ‘inanity’ and ‘narcissism’ of location app Foursquare. Like Twitter before it, a brief description of the service—that it “combines social networking and games to allows users to document, share and earn rewards and badges for publicizing their whereabouts—seems a bit baffling, particularly if one already feels that social networking encourages a bit too much self-concern.

Still, also like Twitter, Foursquare can be unexpectedly interesting, particularly in its capacity to create a ongoing narrative of sorts about an individual’s doings. It is quite easy to look back upon one’s list of ‘check-ins’ and recall that evening you saw an amazing band or that date that went surprisingly well. As I’ve argued repeatedly about Twitter, by centralising and publishing a person’s activity at a virtual ‘place’, Foursquare produces a personalised text of what you’ve been up to.

Yet, as someone once asked me on Twitter when discussing the service, why can’t you simply write where you’ve gone in a diary? What’s more, why must you create a record of where you are and where you have been it all?

The question sounds very similar to the classic Twitter criticism: “why would I care what some random person is having for lunch?”. And like that question (both misguided and inaccurate as it is), the response has something to do with not only the ambient social awareness fostered by real-time social networking, but also the difference between writing something privately and writing something publicly.

When we publicize actions, there is obviously a desire for something that is not met by private writing. It’s a call out to something and for something: for recognition, for engagement and for legitimacy. To write publicly is to write oneself into the social, to stitch oneself into the shared exterior space we call the common.

So checking in on Foursquare is many things: beyond the gaming aspect (in which, when you check-in somewhere more than anyone else over 60 days, you are awarded the title ‘Mayor’, which can carry real rewards), it also is act of deliberately making yourself public in order to see yourself there. To wit, you check in so you can check yourself out, making yourself into a kind of public persona or representation.

Frequently, this act is positioned as a weakness of sorts – that you only need the recognition and legitimacy conferred by the public space if you are somehow lacking. But hovering on the fringes of the accusation is an an act of forgetting caused by privilege. If you, through whatever collection of cultural and social capital, have never had to question your status as a legitimate member of society, it is easy to forget that this legitimacy often stems from being able to see oneself reflected in the public sphere. Given that not everyone gets to check that, yes, ‘the President’s hair is just like mine’, rather than just narcissism, to write oneself publicly can also be an ongoing project in which we make ourselves real to ourselves my creating a public image of ourselves.

To make oneself real, however, is not only to make oneself public – it is to make oneself public in a manner both recognised and affirmed by current social standards. You insert yourself into a network of legitimacy by performing ‘correctly’, and interestingly enough, when it comes to contemporary phenomena like Twitter and Foursquare, use of the network itself as well as one’s activity on it confers a kind of cultural capital.

So a Foursquare profile is an expression of desire, not only for connection, but also, in its own small way, but for the solidity of autobiography (and thus, we return to Mr. Penumbra).

This is only one aspect of Foursquare. After all, another trait is that it’s (apparently) a good way to meet people. But by constructing ‘checking in’ as an act of writing, it helps lay bare the mutually constitutive nature of the public and private in the self. What is inalienably and inextricably inside – i.e. subjectivity – is built from the ‘outside’ of the public space. To write oneself there is to make oneself real both in it and through it according to its rules. You are sutured into the public space by both constructing yourself in its image, but also seeing oneself presented there – and the strange tension between the joyous relief of affirmation and coercive fear of conformity never disappears.

So, the next question to consider then: what happens to both writing and the self when utterances are not, as 20th century linguists discovered only social – but persistently public too?

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Google, China and The Ghosts of Opium Ships

One aspect of the web that I have pretty consistently ignored here is some  inquiry into what I guess you’d call its ‘global dimensions’. For example, I imagine that if you were to somehow map both global flows of online information and global flows of capital, you’d find some interesting things: places where they overlap in ways you expect, and others where the opposite is true.

Given that for some time, ‘postcolonial studies’ was my field, this oversight is rather strange. So, in my most recent column for This Magazine, it felt sorta’ good to take on some of the online ‘inter-cultural issues’ that aren’t discussed as much I wish they were. This particular one is about Google, China, and the wave of strangely strident blog posts that accompanied the Mountain View company’s withdrawal. Yes, it’s significantly later than the actual event, but “print time” etc.

Also, in a weird and strange twist for me, I was almost, kinda’, sorta’ happy with this one. Not that it’s particularly brilliant, mind you – just that I think I’ve said what I set out to, and that re-reading doesn’t entirely make me cringe. Which, you know, feels nice.

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Your Facebook Profile: A Second Mirror Stage?

Heh. No, not really.

K, so this whole ‘blogging notes to myself’ thing? Done. I was (not very successfully) using it to try and motivate myself. But ultimately, spitting up incomplete, generally incoherent thoughts in a public forum felt disrespectful to those few of you who do read this blog. And I really appreciate those of you who do read! So I’ll stop and get back to opening up random Word files, typing like mad and then, 3 days later, wondering what the hell I was rambling about. Fun!

Of course, the things that interest me still interest me, both generally and specifically in terms of ‘my project’. So today, after a little e-consultation with Tim, I re-read Laura Mulvey’s “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema” (pdf link) to get some sort of grounding for how new media works to construct people – or images of people – in particular ways.

Mulvey’s central argument relies on both a feminist and psycholanalytic approach to cinema, something that she captures in the notion of the implied male gaze. She suggests that not only does looking itself produce a sort of pleasure rooted in a sense of mastery and control (concepts that, in psychoanalysis are symbolically attached to the phallus), this same gaze constructs women subjects as passive subjects, empty placeholders that enable not only male desire but also the male desire for authority.

Many films thus ‘double-up’ this gaze by making the woman doubly ‘looked-at’ and desired: by the characters in the film, but also by the audience. In doing so, the male viewer (and possibly director/crew) stave off a fear of castration (again, usually taken as a symbolic castration where the phallus is the symbol of power in a system that works to prioritise  masculine power – hence patriarchy as ‘phallogocentrism’).

This is all important and useful – and vaguely problematic, as it offers no recourse for any sort of escape – and I haven’t done it any justice (and have probably misread it). But what struck me was part of Mulvey’s argument is about the pleasure produced in looking at the individual construed as aesthetic object – the person made thing. Because what I immediately thought of was Clay Shirky’s insistence that one of the differences of the web vs. other forms is the exponentially more people who, rather than being viewers (or consumers) of media, are producers of it. To wit: if in film, one constitutes subjects as objects in order to reassert a particular ideological stance, on the web, we are constituting ourselves as aesthetic objects and text to be looked at and read. The entrance into subjecthood is recast as an entrance into objecthood.

If the mirror stage, according to Lacan, is that process by which self, falsely recognizing its external projection as the ideal, unreachable whole, moves into being a subject, then producing an online profile is like a second mirror stage ( and third, and fourth etc., obviously I’m not being literal here). Because there are some interesting, if inverted moves through which one produces an idealized vision of the self as object so that one moves into a symbolic order as an object that exceeds its self (i.e. you are producing the idealized, whole image of your self as text or image. Think of the way people will photoshop their Twitter avatars, for example).

Right? So it’s Freud’s scopophilia (the pleasure of looking at another subject as object) turned inside out and upside down: it’s the pleasure of constituting oneself as an object that can be looked at and read by both oneself (i.e. look at me and how awesome I am now that I’ve written it all down) but also building an idealized version of oneself to produce for others. We constitute our ‘object-ive selves’ to be the… Well, clearly, this is where I have that crushing realization that I need to go learn my Lacan. Bah!

But, other fun ideas:

  • If the mirror stage happens at that time that “children’s physical ambitions outstrip their motor capacity”, then our silly ‘second mirror stage’ occurs through the introduction of a technology that lets us ‘exceed’ our physical limitations i.e. it allows our subject-ified, existing in the symbolic order selves to produce an hyper version of ourselves according to that symbolic order.
  • Mulvey states that “the cinema has structures of fascination strong enough to allow temporary loss of ego while simultaneously reinforcing it”. It’s an idea that could take on new life in the avatar, particularly in an analysis of the how/why of the desire to ‘fill in gaps’ in the avatar. Standard example – the meek, skinny guy with the massive warrior avatar in WoW.
  • Mulvey also says something about the pleasure derived from public/private looking in a cinema – that it “helps to promote the illusion of voyeuristic separation” and  that the “conditions of screening and narrative conventions give the spectator an illusion of looking in on a private world”. Here no inversion is needed, as Facebook seems to do precisely this – invoke a sense of privacy (you sitting at home, looking up your ex) while doing so in a (generally) public forum.

I suppose what I’m getting at there is, in the production of our online selves and avatars, pleasure and desire are going to be key concepts in figuring out the how and why.

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Questions for the Holographic Self

Continuing my breathtakingly narcissistic endeavour of ‘blogging my notes to myself’, I figure after last my post – which was way too wishy-washy, even for me – it might be time for some concrete questions about how the existence and functioning of virtual technologies affects our idea of the individual. So, without further ado… some needless public wanking! Yay! Warning: if you hate academic writing – particularly bad academic writing – this post will send you into a rage. Avoid.

The premise I’m starting with is that the existence of the web and video games have an effect on both the material experience of subjectivity and its theoretical conception. Otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this, right?

But if that’s my hypothesis (with the eventual goal being some suggestion of how that impacts how the literary representation of the subject), what feels important is some articulation of the ‘how and what’ of this proposed change (if it indeed exists) and its consequences.

For the time being, however, I’m just going to pose questions, mainly so I can then figure out what I should read so that I might (maybe, possibly) give them some sort of answer.

The Unitary Subject

So, the concept of unitary, sovereign, autonomous subject was long ago shattered.

The self is multiple, fragmented, constituted in part by its material circumstances, its libidinal drives and subconscious, symbolic relations, and also its temporal multiplicity – the way in which we enter and occupy provisional identities by performing them (operating within both ‘pre-approved’ systems of bodily signification and also ‘queering’ them occasionally). This we know.

But if, as I previously suggested, the spatial and temporal metaphors of the web are not the same as the similar ones produced by print – “his/her identity exists online” vs. “his/her identity lives on in this book” – what is the ‘actual’ difference between the multiple self articulated by Butler et al and the subject that exists in both a body and in virtual space? (Deleuze joke! What is the actual difference of the virtual?! Hey yo!)

The Difference Between the Textual Self and ‘Web Self” (Or Is There One?)

So if my question is, “k, how is it different?”, there are other questions that need asking:

  • Does the persistence of the web have a material impact on the subject? Is the way in which we might ‘offload’ or ‘outsource’ subjectivity online different from the printed word or image, which also allow you to exist ‘beyond yourself’?
  • If there is a difference, does the ‘differently public’ nature of the web change anything? Are a book and the web public in the same way? i.e. do their publicly available natures differ precisely because of: a) simultaneous access by multiple other subjects; b) the capacity of the web to provide an ongoing, dynamic, changing relationship to the persona produced by a ‘site of identity’
  • Well, shit – then you have to ask: is ‘a site of identity’ different than the texts of identity? Yes, obviously, there is a distinctly textual aspect to a Twitter stream – but is it only that?
  • Related: Is the spatial and temporal metaphor of a web site relevant in any way. The book (possibly) operates in a kind of spatio-temporal limbo: yes, ‘it exists’ in a material sense, but does the notion of ‘the work’ (the thing that exists between text and reader) existing as an event operate differently from the work of a website (that too, exists in as much it is read).
  • Unfortunately, in some sense that requires the question: what is the ontology or epistemology of the book vs. the web? Bleh. Sthuper.

The Body

Performativity, particularly when identity is conceived in textual terms, has become a central concept in the understanding of the subject (and its subject-ion). So much of the dynamic of performativity is about the body existing in time and space – of the way the multiple, overlapped signs of identity, according to Sedgwick, operate along ‘multi-dimensional orthogonal axes’.

The shift between the web and the ‘textual self’ seems to be that the discourse of multiple selves operates in relation to different metaphors – perhaps that of time vs. space. To wit, the bodily self is multiple sequentially – in a syntagmatic sense – temporally. The online self is multiple simultaneously – in a paradigmatic sense – both temporally and spatially.

This is, of course, still a question of metaphor though; the bodily self-as-text can of course produce a number of different apparent texts depending upon its reader and the ideological-sign system invoked. One imagines a clown standing in the middle of a diverse crowd. The ‘sign of the clown’ is obviously being read in numerous ways.

There is also the question of the author-text as existing ‘outside the body’.

But surely there is a difference to that metaphorical multiplicity and the ‘material’ one engendered by an online persona that may ‘do things’ while one sleeps? It’s not simply the same to say the body signifies multiply in the same moment and the body and the avatar signify multiply in the same moment and across different spaces – is it? That ‘spatial multiplicity’ or the (literal) multiple sites of identity do constitute a material difference, no?

Why? Because it seems that the outsourced nature of the self produced by the avatar is not subject to the same constraints of socio-ideological signification as the body. Which is to say – the avatar ‘escapes’ the logocentric significatory systems of the bodily subject precisely because there is no body. That is not to say, of course, that there is no subsumption back into discourses of race, class, sex, gender, etc. But they function in parallel, rather than identical ways.

So, maybe we’ve arrived at something? Because what I’ll call the ‘offsite’ self: a) does something to the usual signfication of identity categories; b) does so in an ongoing temporal sense – i.e. constantly modified etc. – that cannot be replicated by the metaphor of ‘the self’ that resides in the book. To me anyway, this constitutes a difference because:

Though one my occupy a nom de plume in printed text in order to pursue self-actualization – i.e. to explore some avenue of the self that ‘power’ prevents you from doing (de Sade etc.) – the signs that constitute that textualised self remain fixed. Sure, their signfication is multiple, fluid etc. But it’s constrained in a way that the online self isn’t because it’s ‘production-reception mechanism’ (oh you know) can constantly be reconfigured.

Basic Stuff

1) There needs to an articulable difference of the ‘offsite self’ in print and that on the web in order for any of this to make sense.

2) That difference seems to relate to: a) the possibly ‘epistemological difference’ between the ‘static’ (but not) nature of the page and dynamic (but not always) nature of the web i.e. the fact that the avatar-self is an ongoing process vs. the comparatively more fixed nature of the print-self (will need to figure out how to express this less stupidly); b) the multiplicity of selves engendered by the web has something to do with both space and spatial metaphors; c) the reconfiguration of the bodily self by the avatar self seems like a more immediate, ongoing and materially available process than the possibility of the same thing happening in print. Why? I dunno any more. My brain hurts.

3) Maybe what I’ve circled around to isn’t some massive difference between the difference of a print self vs. an online avatar self – but the cultural difference produced by the mass availability of an offsite self at all. Perhaps something like it always existed for a very few, who could be both published and read by a public. Now that it exists in a mass form – and it really does – maybe this is why we begin to see a logic of the avatar appear in literature.

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The Holographic Self, Part 1

Note: A couple of years ago on SiW, I wrote a lot about how I thought the web changed the conception of the individual. Funnily enough, that thinking will likely now form the middle chapter of my dissertation – and thus requires a bit more fleshing out. So for the next little while, I’m going to be ‘thinking out loud’ here, trying to figure out how and why virtual technologies change both our theoretical conception and material experience of individuality. Hopefully, it’ll also be of some interest for regular readers. If it totally isn’t… fear not! It’ll only last a couple of weeks.

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According to Wikipedia, that most useful and sketchy of web resources, “hardware virtualization is a [virtual recreation in software] of computers or operating systems. It hides the physical characteristics of a computing platform from users, instead showing another abstract computing platform”.

Put somewhat differently, virtualization is when one operating system – i.e. the software mechanism by which hardware is made comprehensible and usable to the user – runs atop another operating system, obscuring and obfuscating the ‘original’ one as it simultaneously depends on it.

This seems as good a metaphor to start with as any.

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Imagine, if you will, that you could walk around with a holographic projection of your own creation, hovering a few feet in front of you.

Often, as people looked at you and your shimmering shadow, they would see you through the virtual projection. So, in those moments, you would be the combined image of the body and your projected self. A cyborg self, if you like.

The projection would be like you, but not. Not touched with the same extravagances or the same tortuous, bodily limitations – of cheeks that blush too quickly, or a mouth that moves a hair faster than the brain – it is similar to you, but not the same.

In fact, you have the option of making your holographic self entirely different from you – with the small caveat that, the greater the disparity between the projected self and the bodily one, the more intriguing and potentially confusing the resultant cyborg image.

Two options, then, both borne of a desire to be ‘true to oneself’: the mimetic hologram, an attempt at a recreation of the self; and the fantastical hologram, an attempt at re-creation: an attempt to re-produce and re-present some facet of oneself that bodies – your own, others’, and those bodies of ‘the structural apparatuses’ -  will not allow.

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A few things resolve into something almost resembling clarity:

  • The image of both the body and the self is key, both in terms of its ongoing signification, but also of the semantic and experiential possibilities produced by the gaps between ‘sign’ and ‘referent’.
  • It cannot be just the image though. The interwoven nature of textuality is also a necessary component of ‘both’ selves, particularly as they are both intertwined productions of identity.
  • It is, nonetheless, clearly very easy to slip into a discourse of the true and the false, the authentic prior and the sullied present, the actual self and the virtual. This feels like a problem, as these distinctions are further muddied by the web, particularly in its effects on temporality.

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So. The holographic self is paradoxical. The projection is reliant upon you, its ‘author’, but can also exist and signify beyond you, without you. The web is a persistent space. It is the ‘world of ideas’ made (im)material. Words and images ‘exist somewhere’. The spatial and temporal aspects of the web are metaphors – but they are not the same metaphors produced by books and films. The web is a constellation – it is there, even in daytime, when it cannot be seen.

Thus, in a very material sense, to many, your ‘bodily subjectivity’ exists prior to your bodily one. In online subjectivit, there are (possibly) simultaneous yet not entirely concurrent langues, to make no mention of disparate paroles, invoked in the self seen through the hologram. You are you, but light is bent; you are wearing makeup that deflects light so as to render you as almost yourself.

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Metaphors can only take one so far. So let us ask some straightforward questions and make some tentative statements:

  • Is there a material difference to the experience of subjectivity engendered by the technology of the web? If so, what are they – and are they relevant?
  • The difficulty with the body – particularly the body as text – is that, within historically inflected ideological systems of signification, the sexed, raced, gendered, abled body is always subsumed back into those significatory systems. These systems are inextricably logocentric. To wit, my identity is always a movement either toward or away from whiteness – or, at best, the cosmopolitan subject who has ‘escaped race’.
  • What effect does it then have to provisionally occupy different subject positions online? If ‘putting identity somewhere’ – and this is a phrase that must be returned to – allows one to (temporarily, sort of) escape or exceed those textual systems that pin bodies in place, what material effect does it have to be able to do so in a ‘place’ that ‘isn’t real’?
  • Put differently: is the holographic self an escape? Or is a site that, when occupied, one that reconfigures the bodily, ‘interior’ notion of subjectivity.

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