Friday, July 8, 2011

The Gaze in the New Metrosexual Order, and Some Aggressive Notes on "Passivity"

As anyone with a cursory knowledge of Film Studies, knows, the theories of Laura Mulvey have been pervasive in that field since her essay “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema” appeared in 1975. There is almost nowhere you can go, if you want to read academic film criticism, without encountering Mulvey's gaze. Mulvey's “gaze theory” can be (and usually is) summarized by saying that classical Hollywood cinema placed the spectator in the subject position of the male protagonist, while female characters were (this is what Wikipedia says; it's been a while since I read Mulvey's essay) “coded with 'to-be-looked-at-ness.'” (Um, you really couldn't think of a better way to say that? Okay, moving on.)

Now, off the top of my head, I can think of about a thousand exceptions to this. Actually I can think of a whole genre it ignores: the woman's film. Screwball comedy, too, can hardly be said to require viewer identification with the male lead, and, in the case of some screwball comedies, such as Preston Sturges's The Lady Eve, said identification would be rather painful, and certainly would not place the identifier in the “powerful” role. In his essay challenging Mulvey's gaze, “Mother Calls the Shots: Hitchcock's Female Gaze” (you can find it in the House Made of Light collection), George Toles makes a similar point about Norman Bates in Psycho, who may, like the camera, spend a lot of time gazing at Marion in states of undress, but with whom identification is hardly comfortable for the male viewer, and who is ultimately himself subject to the monitoring, censoring gaze of Mother.

Is this man, shown here blurring into his dead mother, really the poster boy for the “powerful” “male gaze”?

But Mulvey's influence on feminism and media analysis has extended beyond her original theory, and in popular use now generally alludes to the inescapable fact that visual media, from movies to ads, are overwhelmingly created by men and assume a male viewer: they are designed by and for “the male gaze.” As she often does, Camille Paglia largely accepted this tenet of feminist theory but gave it a neutral spin. For Paglia, men have created more art because they are in possession of this harsh, demanding “male gaze,” which is also the aestheticizing (or “Apollonian”) gaze, which Paglia finds in its purest form in gay male culture. But this line of thinking is also where she departs from standard feminist theory: because she notes that the peak of Western visual art, the Italian Renaissance, homoerotically worshipped the male form. This it took from its classical Greek influence, but after the Renaissance, the male nude is suppressed in Western art. While accepting the idea that women usually are the subjects (can I say that, or does it always have to be “objects”?) of the male gaze in art, pornography, and advertising, Paglia challenged the idea that to be the object of the gaze is to be “passive,” by using the example of gay male pornography: do we really believe that the subjects of gay porn are “passive” “victims of the gaze”? Instead, she took the desire to look at women as a tribute to female sexual glamour, and argued that women like looking at women, too, for instance in their consumption of fashion magazines (meaning straight women, although her lesbian perspective probably pointed her to that insight), which, in her view, was not simply a sign of their enslavement to male ideals of beauty. (Anyway – again – in the fashion industry those have traditionally largely been gay male ideals of female beauty.)

Why hello Marlon Brando, the original metrosexual! I once showed this photo to Mark Simpson and commented that you can't tell whether he's just committed rape or been raped. He seems to have enjoyed it, in any case. You want to tell me if this sex object is “passive” or “active”? Gore Vidal, in his essay on his friendship with Williams, suggests that Brando's Kowalski was the first time that women were put in the cultural position of being allowed to exhibit their lust for men as sex objects – which, of course, they were permitted to do thanks to Williams's expression of his gay male lust. And so the gay male gaze paved the way for the female gaze.

Objectification and Identification in Narrative Art

It's not gaze theory that I want to directly challenge here, though, but rather the notion of “objectification.” As a female writer who has written male characters as often as she's written female characters, it's occurred to me to wonder: can you actually separate objectification from identification in the process of writing? In that same essay Vidal recounts Williams's claim that he couldn't write a short story (I'm sure it applied to plays as well) unless he was sexually attracted to at least one of the characters. I know what he meant, and though I've written plays where this was not, or less, the case, it was a lot tougher to get motivated. For some writers, at least (maybe those in the decadent mode, as per Paglia's theory of decadence), the line between fantasy and art is fine indeed. And maybe that's never more true of the female writer than at the acute point of (uninitiated) adolescent libido. Anyway, I've often thought that the psychology behind my award-winning play Live With It, about 60s gay playwright Joe Orton, was comparable to the Bronte sisters' in their Byron fanfic. In fact I was so aware of it that I had to make a conscious effort to “make” that play art by forcing myself to be less attracted to my male protagonist (who, in an additional psychological twist, was just a narcissistic fantasy of my insufferably female teenage self as a gay male “bad boy” anyway).

But if for some male and some female writers, sex plays an important role in literary composition (and one can obviously include filmmakers too), the question is whether this results in something called “objectification.” Because my identification with Orton was murderously (so to speak) intense; though no more intense (and actually perhaps less) than my identification with the Halliwell character, to whom I was not attracted.

But the greater portion of my evidence comes from my experience as a reader and viewer, that is, as a critical theorist (since I cannot perform these roles without analysis, whether simultaneous or retrospective). In Love and Death in the America Novel, Leslie Fiedler argued that the puritan strain in British culture led to an obsessive focus on rape in the British novel, most spectacularly in the first great “realist” novel, Samuel Richardson's Clarissa. One result of this puritan tendency to take imperilled virtue as its subject was the temporary phenomenon of male writers creating female protagonists, which culminated in the psychologically sex-crossing Henry James, and has never become popular again. Well, at least until Steig Larrson performed his immensely popular modern spin, with virtue and rape still as much at stake as ever (and still as much of a mask for prurience), as Tim Parks's New York Review of Books article, “The Moralist,” makes clear. The male author in this strain both identifies with and objectifies his heroine, views her as subject and object. The “rape line” reemerges in cinema with Hitchcock and continues with Polanski and Lynch. There's a grim culmination in Rosemary's Baby, in which a director has rarely more closely identified with a heroine (or forced an audience into closer identification), and yet still subjects her to his rape fantasy. (I wonder if I've already mentioned on this blog the irony that Roman Polanski may understand women better than any other film director. And I'm not the only woman I know who thinks this.)

I suppose what I am trying to say is that a heterosexual (or whatever Henry James was) artist's relationship to his or her opposite-sex main character is, or can be, immensely complex, comprising both identification and attraction, and, in result, sadism and masochism; not to mention the psychological implications of sex-crossing identification. And in the reader's response, too, identification and objectification also often co-exist.

I'll give the unlikely example of a couple of songs by the punk band Mindless Self Indulgence, “Shut Me Up” and “Faggot.” In them, the male singer assumes the persona of an apparent masochist, begging for someone of indeterminate gender – it would be equally perverse whether it was a woman or a man – to, well, shut him up, or call him (make him?) a faggot. The assumption of masochism by a hardcore performer gives these songs a real frisson for me, but I couldn't tell you whether it's sadistic or masochistic in nature: if I'm enjoying the abjection of the male persona or identifying with it. (The male listener's choices are even more limited: he can identify and be queer, or enjoy and be queer. The hardcore phenomenon of MSI and its relationship to queerness is something far beyond my understanding! The only “hardcore” I understand is the Pulp album.)

(Actually, come to think of it, the assumption of masochism and invocation of a shadowy abstract figure to perform sadistic acts on one just reminded me of John Donne's Holy Sonnet XIV. Backing away fast.)

From this (very) brief discussion of narrative art, it should be clear that “objectification” is not simply a visual, but a mental act: not just a way of looking at someone, but a way of seeing them.

Objectification in Visual Art and the Metrosexual Subversion

The question becomes different when we move from narrative or narrative-visual to visual art. The feminist concern, as I understand it (in its most reasonable form, that is), is that cinema and mass media, including advertising, inherited the tradition of the female nude in fine art (a permanently discredited meme within fine art since Picasso's Demoisells d'Avignon) and pervaded the culture with sexualized images of women to such a degree that young men were being insidiously “educated” to believe that all women were “objects” with no human agency or subjectivity. In its less reasonable form, this feminist concern becomes the concept of “rape culture,” in which this objectification of women (including pornography as well) creates an environment in which rape is more likely to occur. (Never mind that rape is as old as, well, sex. Or crime. Or may most often happen to minors, in situations having nothing to do with media portrayal of women. Or in situations of social and political upheaval, such as war, along with other terrible crimes against men, women, and children; again, with zero relation to the media.)

Obviously, I'm not too interested in the “rape culture” argument, but I am interested in what gives it whatever emotional credence it has. For many men and women have now become so pervaded with the feminist meme, without even studying feminist theory (and without any necessary feminist interest or allegiance), that it's often now taken for granted that a) to be photographed in a sexualized manner is to be “objectified” and b) that this inevitably makes one passive.

Certainly, this sort of thinking is behind the subversiveness of Mark Simpson's theory of “metrosexuality” and the yummy Sporno evidence he's produced in support of it. I can't remember if Mark has ever said in so many words that men are now more often the objects of the gaze in advertising than women are, but I do believe that that's Quiet Riot Girl's interpretation of metrosexuality. (If I'm wrong she can correct me for the record in the comments!) Yet this consequence of metrosexuality has been met with disbelief, scorn, and defensiveness by the media because, for one reason, of the implications that feminist gaze theory has bequeathed us: with disbelief based on the idea that men can't be objectified because masculinity is inherently “active” (and Mark's concentration on sports is crucial here); with defensiveness based on the idea that being the object of the gaze is to be made passive (and why would men want that?).

In her post on Mark Simpson's analysis of Rafael Nadal's Armani ad, "Why Can't A Woman Be More Like A Man?," Quiet Riot Girl quotes from Mark's dwelling on the flirtiness and tartiness of the delectable image, and wonders why it has more of a “charge” for her than a similar ad run simultaneously by the company, featuring a female model. Well, I would suggest that it's because the image of Nadal subverts our expectations of masculinity by deliberately exhibiting passivity and flirty invitation, which is all the more piquant because he possesses a traditionally masculine, hunky physique, as well as his athletic rep.  In much the way Paglia has described the perversity of some of Michelangelo's sculpture that erotically renders hunky males passive, languid, or masochistic. (Sorry, I gave away my most recent copy of Sexual Personae when I was drunk, otherwise I'd give the exact quote here, because it's good. And by good I mean hot.)

The other reason metrosexuality has caused a scandal is that to make yourself the object of the gaze means potentially (or really, at least in the public imagination, inevitably) making yourself the object of the male gaze. For men to be comfortable being the object of the gaze means getting over their homosexual panic, not only "abstractly," by choosing to be "passive," but directly, by desiring the desire of men. Which is what “metrosexuality” is all about. What Mark, if I recall correctly, hasn't emphasized as much is that it also means that other kind of homosexual panic, being comfortable as the (“passive”) object of the female gaze.

...Men Sick of Looking at Naked Women?

Unfortunately for feminist theory (and those of us who've unconsciously imbibed it, for our own female or male self-interested purposes), the active/passive binary just doesn't hold up. Of course women aren't uniformly “passive” or men uniformly “active” (whatever that could possibly mean), and of course every sexy photograph does not make the subject of the photograph “passive” (whatever that could possibly mean). However, these ideas of “activeness” and “passivity,” attached to ideas of “masculinity” and “femininity,” are there to be played with in the sophisticated sexual theatre of image-creation.

I've had the opportunity to occasionally peruse softcore gay male magazine porn (academic/aesthetic interest only, you perverts; it's not what I “use”), and, in my opinion anyway, it's exponentially more effective as a turn-on for my female purposes than any comparable porn I've seen created by straight women for straight women. And if I analyze it, it's because the models in those magazines, despite having rather blandly handsome faces and chiseled bodies that aren't my usual type, are engaged in flagrant displays of “feminine” passivity (sensual offerings of the body, especially buttocks) that are far beyond what I'm used to seeing from my academic perusal of straight male softcore magazine porn. In other words, these men are working hard at being passive. Which I find interesting, because you'd think with the reputation of gay men for being horny, all they'd need – as straight men claim to – is a naked body, no seduction or semiotic foreplay required.

Metrosexuality isn't the whole story of the Noughties. Even if metrosexuality was on the rise in advertising, the “objectification” of women in the media didn't go away, as feminists and conservatives (the same unlikely bedfellows as ever) clamoured about the “pornification” of culture. Since I always like a bit of Great Woman history, I'm going to go ahead and follow Simpson in putting the blame for this squarely on Madonna. In the early 90s, Paglia claimed that her favourite pop star crush had single-handedly “corrected” second-wave feminism by showing that female sexual glamour meant power, not passivity or victimization. With the Paglian insights (of the essay collections Sex, Art, and American Culture and Vamps and Tramps) intertwining with other aspects of media feminism, the result was a generation or so of young women, including young women pop stars, who seemed to think that the road to “empowerment” (that awful catch-all empty Feminism Lite meme) was paved with self-exploitation. If sex was power, and women could dress however they wanted to on feminist principle, ergo, women ought to flaunt whatever they've got (or acquired through surgery); and as long as they were doing it on their own prerogative, or at least for self-interested purposes (like getting fame and money, the bottom-line capitalist justification), they stayed firmly on top even if they were crawling on their knees and licking the dirty floor.

If you think I'm going to draw some awkwardly backtracking feminist-lite sentimental conclusion from this, like how maybe the concept of modesty had its merits, you've obviously never read me or spoken to me before. I prefer Mark's conclusion, in his Out take on the Paglia v. Gaga showdown (Two Great Women determine The Future of Sex!), that pornification via the post-feminist self-objectified female body has simply led to a cultural dead end: “[Gaga]'s post-the now boringly compulsorily 'sexy' world that Madonna helped usher in, bullwhip in hand, which is now as burned-out as that 'Bad Romance' skeleton.” Or in a word (his word), she's “postsexual,” as are we all now.

In confirmation, I recently saw a YouTube video (one of my favourite sources of sociological hard evidence) of Janelle Monae's Letterman performance of “Tightrope” in which a presumably male commenter celebrated the novelty of a female pop singer with “clothes and talent.” (Here's the vid, but I can't find the comment now. If you want proof, or proof that I'm on crack, you can look through them all if you want!) And it's true that it seems like the choices for the female in pop, thanks, ultimately, to Madonna, are now between Gaga's postsexual exposed labia and Monae's buttoned-up androgyny.

Morrissey's on board with my Great Woman History here too (and with great minds like Paglia, Simpson, Morrissey, and me on the case, how can one go astray?). I recall reading an interview in which he commented at the time that Madonna had erased the already historically academic line between pop music and prostitution. Of course, he was one to talk.

The Western tradition of homoerotic iconography reaches new heights of subtle suggestiveness in pop music's most sustained coy tease.

Who's Calling the Shots? (Fun with Guns)

As I suggested above, passivity and activity in relation to masculinity and femininity are not fixed, essential qualities, but roles to be played, and played with (whether you want to come at that from a Butlerian or Paglian perspective). Nor is the “sex object” of a photographic image fixedly passive, or, in Paglia's reversal of the binary, active or “powerful” either. Any image that aspires to be iconic, at least, is a collision site of both previous iconic images and our inherited cultural understanding of what and how images mean. And this is true whether the primary auteur of the image is the photographer or the photographic subject, in a given case (or it may be a collaboration).

In order to talk about objectification and passivity in sexual imagery meaningfully, we have to carefully, and without an agenda, examine individual images. Academic feminism is tops at careful examination but tends to fall down on the “lack of agenda” front.

It might also help to know the background of how the image was created. So I'll tell a little story. When I was an 18-year-old playwriting prodigy facing the opportunity of my first front page Arts section newspaper photograph, I wanted to make an impact. (And it's a good thing I made the most of it, because it would also be my last such photograph.) This is because I held in my mind a gallery of iconic writer photographs that had determined what it meant to be “a writer” for me, from Oscar Wilde's scandalous long-haired dandy series, to Colette's sensational Claudine “schoolgirl” series, to Capote's seductive pixie-boy dust-jacket photo for his debut novel, to Orton's Christine Keeler take-off. In other words, I thought it was my pleasurable duty to make people upset, with sex the easiest way to accomplish this. But as pop tarts from Britney to Ke$ha have demonstrated with their bland “compulsory” sexiness, it's not quite as easy as it looks. It does require a bit of thought.

When the adult male photographer and assistant showed up for the shoot on the set of the small indie theatre where Live With It was first performed, my greeting to them was, “You can do whatever you want with me.” (Passivity? Not always so passive.) In fact, however, I was the one who suggested that we use a pair of handcuffs, a prop from the play (not S&M at all, perverts; those were mofo existential handcuffs), which I put on and posed curled up on a bed, another prop (the scene of Orton's gory murder). I can't remember who suggested the bed, but I would have been game due to the reclining Capote precedent.

See, I wanted a sexy image of myself because, who doesn't, but I also wanted a sensational image, and since this was the early 90s, and we'd already been through Madonna, there already wasn't much left to do with a sexy image of a woman that would be sensational. I had read Paglia by the time of this photo, and I took her point that Madonna had demonstrated that for a woman to be sexy was to be powerful. So what was the only taboo left surrounding representations of women in the still-p.c. early 90s feminist environment? (You cannot imagine now the media flack that Paglia got. Maybe Quiet Riot Girl can. And yet fellow liberals still tell me that the conservative perspective is dominant in the media.) Obviously: female masochism.

Honestly, I came up with all this in 3.5 seconds; that image was the coalescence of all of my thoughts about women, feminism, sex, and the role of the writer (which like many of my generation, I had started to confuse with the role of the pop star: the writer and pop star as “poor man's” versions of each other) up to that point. Female masochism – to make the cheeky suggestion that women were not so powerful after all – was the most confrontational, aggressive, active thing I could do in what would otherwise be a blandly passive sexual representation of myself.

...although I may have fallen a little short of my iconic/iconoclastic intentions, considering the only response I ever got to that photo was that it made me look fat. (Trufacts.)

I don't have the original of that photo (I do of another, earlier Free Press photo, in which I presented myself as an underage smoker in a purple suede miniskirt... the cigarette did inspire reader complaints), or a scanner to reproduce it, or the faded and tattered newspaper reproduction, if I still have an intact copy of it anywhere. But, since I take the least photographic opportunity (I only wish I had more) to perform a minute twist on the “active” and “passive,” here's a Halloween snap from about ten years later (I'm supposed to be Emma Peel):

It would be just too obvious for me to assume that “powerful” dominatrix female role (notoriously a male fetish, anyway) by pointing the gun at you. (Yeah, that's a toy gun at my jaw there. It's not a professional image, sue me.) I thought that the flippant suicidal suggestion was much more subversive, and much more aggressive. (A line of thought that would culminate in a ten-minute one-woman performance I gave at the National Theatre School about three years later, in which I took inspiration from Jarvis Cocker's – on record! – troubled pornography “obsession” at the time of This is Hardcore. ) I mean, if a woman's death-wish is a turn-on for you (and you are otherwise normal), that is not going to be a comfortable feeling. (And so Charlotte Corbeil-Coleman and I discussed when coming up with our improv-based performance, Where Are You Going?, which we privately subtitled “A Clown Piece About Rape.” We agreed that we wanted to be sexy – who doesn't – but in the most uncomfortable way for the audience possible.)

On the other hand – as a man – James Maker makes the dominatrix iconography (phallic symbol fetish gun and heels) of the photo below really work for him. I can't know Mr. Maker's intentions here, if he recalls them himself – and I prefer not to ask, because I'd rather imagine that, like me in my Free Press photos, his primary motivation was simply to rile up anyone who cares to get riled. But there's definitely something more psychologically complicated going on in this photo than the typical metrosexual melting submission or good-natured gaze-courting. To me it reads as a literalization of the look/don't look nature of the female relationship (with the aggressive component underlined) to the male gaze (or male sexuality generally) of which men have been heard to complain. Or maybe I'm just thinking of the back cover photo on the original Blizzard edition of Live With It, in which (still 18) I tried my hardest to look like Garbo (in tribute to Bowie's Hunky Dory cover) and posed with cigarette in languid hand... with a stop sign propped up behind me (the legend "STOP" clearly legible). (It made my publisher giggle. Once again, I aimed at the sublime and achieved the ridiculous.) 

Regardless, you want to get shot through the heart by this pretty face, don't you?

I also feel like there's some channeling of Diana Rigg's aforementioned 60s pop feminist twist on the dominatrix, Mrs. Peel:

Put her in trad-dominatrix costume in order to make her a typical sex object, however, and her cool disdain at this farcical charade (I believe it was my friend Donna who told me to look at the way she's looking at that snake) is evident. 

Woman v. snake!!! The primal conflict. Now that's a look.  

Temporary Conclusions: Another Look

To summarize in the terms of some of the questions raised in Quiet Riot Girl's fascinating series of posts on metrosexuality and the gaze:

Are women the primary objects of the gaze anymore? No.

Are “metrosexual” men enjoying the gaze that the puritan strain of feminism told women was tantamount to rape? It would appear to be so.

Is there a female gaze? If you mean are women looking at men as sex objects, yes, obviously. If you believe Vidal, Williams and Brando started it all in the 50s; the male rock star continued it (as Paglia has pointed out); and in the 90s and Noughties, most women (certainly the ordinary, mainstream pop-listening, masculine men-dating young women I knew) were looking not at Armani ads, but at shirtless six-pack-flaunting rappers – who, for some reason, no one has ever claimed for metrosexuality. (Is this because black men have always been – whether in fact or in white perception – more comfortable with displays of their sexuality than the pre-metro buttoned-up white male? Or because no white critic dared to question the machismo of what Kevin Barnes called, in song, "a black male domination spasm"?) (It's a little more complicated than that, since Barnes is talking about, or in the person of, his alter ego, a Tiresian MTFTM, if I've got that right, black transsexual. But you know what they mean.)

But the most interesting question to me, as the foregoing should have made clear, is whether to be what we call a “sex object” inevitably involves passivity. What I attempted to demonstrate above is that although the concept of passivity plays an important role in the theatre of sex and sexuality, passivity itself isn't always passive. Take a good look at what you're looking at. There may be much more going on than you think. Oh, and remember to enjoy it while you're at it, too.

If you can. The boyfriend who took this picture told me it freaked the hell out of him.

Of course, you don't have to date me. 


  1. Why does Nadal have more charge than Megan Fox?

    You said:

    'Well, I would suggest that it's because the image of Nadal subverts our expectations of masculinity by deliberately exhibiting passivity and flirty invitation, which is all the more piquant because he possesses a traditionally masculine, hunky physique, as well as his athletic rep.'

    That's Mark's theory. I don't think it is you 'suggesting' it really. That's just the sporno line.

    I am interested to know why subverting our expectations of masculinity is more 'charged' in photos than subverting our expectations of femininity, which does happen and has been happening for ages. eg Annie Lennox, Marlene Dietrich etc.

    Fascinating piece. I think you cover a LOT of ground and so it's hard to engage with it all. I think point of view in literature and visual culture tends to be different. Though there may be some overlaps.

    I think you avoid the real meanings of rape culture and feminist objectification theories though. That's ok Mark avoids them too. Nobody likes to argue with the real people who hold power in objectification discourse, except for me!

  2. re the question: 'who doesn't' want a sexy image of themselves? I don't.

    'I write in order to have no face' I take that statement by Foucault quite literally. Writing is where I can expose myself without exposing myself.

  3. I think there is a literal 'passivity' in being the object of the gaze. You can't jump out of the picture and attack the person looking, though sometimes we do feel as if someone might.

    You are trapped in that moment.

    What images can do is kind of 'assault' us especially with their ubiquity. Mark and I have both suggested, but not actually made a definite claim as we can't prove it easily, that there are more images of objectified men in our culture now than women. I call it, after Simpson, 'the tits and absification' of visual culture. I find it like an assault that is for sure. But each individual model in each individual photograph is not assaulting me.

  4. ALSO I think black male rappers are metrosexual. MIkey Sorrentino and Eminem emulate them.

    Mark just doesn't fancy them.

  5. LOL I never remember what I wrote the night before it's like waking up to drunk texts. I think they were okay.

    Lots of food for thought there! It is a massive subject. I had more comments but I have saved them. I didn't want to 'assault' you with my commenting!

  6. "I write in order to have no face"

    Elly, the Thomas Pynchon of The New Postmodernism!

  7. That 'Initiate Me' photo of Moz is sooooo ridiculous. As if he needs initiating into his own narcissism/masochism! He was/is so clever at and self-aware about self-presentation.

    But sometimes I think people who are over-aware of how they present themselves are more vulnerable in a way. Sometimes they slip up. And when they do they fall hard.

  8. Re the "charge" question

    Is that the sporno line? I stopped reading the sporno posts at some point because, simply, I didn't fancy the men.

    I think female cross-dressing did carry a big charge early on. Witness Marlene Dietrich's onstage introduction in drag in 'Morocco,' where Gary Cooper (swimming in to-be-looked-at-ness; there's a film that demands a bisexual gaze!) sits up and takes big notice, to the point where he woos her by standing up and clapping while the audience boos and hisses (he also threatens to punch some of the men out).

    Now, however, we're used to women "dressing like men." Not in tuxes though. To be attracted to a woman in a tux, at least for a man, may require admitting you're a bit pervy (see, again, comments on Janelle Monae vids, where only a few commenters *will* admit to it). Here, the homo panic dispelled by metrosexuality reappears!

    In general, though, I think there may be more charge in passing from a state that's perceived as more powerful or active to one that's perceived as passive than vice versa. Which suggests that viewer sadism is more dominant than viewer masochism. I'd have to think more about this though.

  9. Most writers of 'pornography' write under pseudonyms and slash fic is barely legal so all slashfic writers pretty well, are hidden.

    we live in a very narcissistic age but the 'author' died a long time ago, which frees people up to just write without a fixed identity.

  10. Metrosexuality of rappers: but does Mark not fancy them because they're not playing with passivity? They may be displaying their chests but they're hugging their machismo close to them.

  11. Real meaning of rape culture and objectification: I'm not avoiding it, I don't know what it is (although yes I was very polite above). Do a post. Educate me!

  12. Inherent passivity of the photographic image: that's a tough one, would need its own post. (I mean, besides this one, which poses some objections to it or at least to assuming it as a monolithic thing.) There's an idea that visual art, by "freezing" the fluidity of life, renders the subject object-like, even death-like. Lionel Trilling has a great essay on this (his last published essay, I think), uses "Ode on a Grecian Urn" as an example of this line of thinking - the line, in fact, of Western aestheticism. Interestingly, in that same essay he objects to structuralism, which was just emerging! Can't remember the name of it but it's in the (essential) collection 'The Moral Obligation to Be Intelligent.' Even if it were true, though, the above suggests ways in which the photographic subject can subversively toy with this.

  13. Metrosexy does not have any pictures so you can read up on Sporno and the like without being put off!

    I won't speculate about Mark's taste in men. But gay men's visual culture is often incredibly 'white'.

  14. Have you ever seen a subject/object escape from a photo and come to life?

    That's all I mean. They are a representation and a representation can never be entirely 'active'.

  15. Are "representations" "passive"? Fiction is also a representation. And theatre. Again, I lose track of the meaning of these ideas when they get so abstract, which is why I prefer specific-image analysis.

  16. Well. I am trying to make a basic distinction between 'life' involving live actors and 'representation' not involving a live person.

    I know this is getting harder in the postmodern world but I believe it is still possible. A play involves live actors. It is subject to the laws of physiology. A book or a photograph does not.

    This matters to me.

  17. The "Initiate Me" photo (writing on his torso like Linda Blair in 'The Exorcist'!) is ridiculous, though at least he's doing it with a (big) twinkle. The twinkle *nearly* conceals how shockingly exhibitionist the image is. But, unlike Gaga, it's exhibitionist in a truly vulnerable, honest and raw way.

    Any really over-the-top self-presentation (again, I'm not talking about wearing a fucking lobster on your head) risks ridiculousness, and for some viewers, it will be. Moz sometimes achieves the sublime via the ridiculous. As in that extraordinary, one-off document, the "November Spawned a Monster" video.

  18. I can't really take Morrissey seriously anymore, sorry. I blame 'Saint Morrissey' and the endless fagiography of his fans and critics.

    You have over-egged the pudding. All of you!

  19. P.s. I'd say the same about your photo at the end as you say about Moz- 'at least you do it with a (big) twinkle'!

  20. I find *many* sexy (to me) images simultaneously ridiculous. Or, rather, I find they rapidly alternate between sexy and ridiculous, like the image that oscillates between being two silhouetted faces and being a goblet. Images that I think are *supposed* to be sexy, but which leave me cold, I find *just* ridiculous, with no movement back and forth into "sexy."

    Personally, I (a mostly-straight female) find many of the sexiest images of men to be not-particularly-metrosexual (if I understand the aesthetics of this term correctly.) In such images, the man doesn't *seem* particularly conscious of his to-be-looked-at-ness (ugh, I know...)

  21. I sure wish you could reply to comments individually on stupid Blogger, but...

    sushis: glad to see you here! I think that's something unique about female sexuality: that we find something ridiculous in what we find sexy (or what we don't). Who have I discussed this with somewhere before? You? Or seen it discussed? The role of humour in female sexuality.

    elly: Morrissey over-egged the pudding first!!

    And: One can draw the metaphor of "entrapment," and therefore passivity, from a photograph. However, there also seems to be a primitive emotional reaction to images (photographs especially, but also drawings and paintings) in which they are taken as an "assault." Hence the fact (as I once read when looking up US and Canadian pornography laws) that's it's more difficult to legally determine a written work "obscene," due to the part of the definition that states it must be "without artistic merit." I interpret this to mean that we think "extreme" images are somehow more graphic, and more liable to mentally/emotionally affect one, than a comparable *written* representation.

    So - the idea I was exploring in this post - the photographic subject can play with the "passive" element or with the "confrontational" element of the image (or both).

    There's the metaphor of the gaze as (phallic) assault, and also the metaphor of the image as assault.

  22. p.s. Elly, I'm non-monogamous when it comes to Morrissey theorizing. There exists on the internet (on the prettypettythieves site) a post where I compare Morrissey and Jarvis as sexual lyricists *at exhaustive length*. (Although I'm sure that doesn't help my case, since you were interested in Pulp, not Jarvis! But, I'm not a musician, so I can't talk usefully about the music.)

  23. I can be turned on by something while *also* recognizing its artificiality. That's part of how the simultaneously ridiculous and sexy exists for me. Maybe humor destabilizes assumptions about subject/object dichotomies?

    A point of view I've come to appreciate a great deal while inhabiting it is that of a (female, mostly-straight) photographer photographing (usually male) rock performers. Even though gender roles are fluid and machismo enlarged and deflated in rapid succession in performances, male rock performers do mostly adopt a confrontational and dominant stance, despite openness to not-traditionally-male themes of masochism and submissiveness (as in the MSI songs you mentioned.)

    One huge problem I've always had with "Male Gaze" theories is the assumption that "the viewer" *wants* the visual subject passive/powerless/acted upon. Now, this is NOT to say that there aren't passive modes or aspects to subjects in some of the photos I've taken, just that "pure" passivity in the photographic subject isn't particularly attractive to me as photographer or viewer. There's generally a mixture of passive and active, dominant and submissive, etc, in a series of images, and in my head while I'm taking them. There's a certain passivity in my own point of view that I enjoy experiencing, standing beneath someone whose music I admire, while I'm simultaneously enjoying the fact that I'm (oh so quietly...) creating something of my own.

  24. sushis: I'm really glad you got in on this discussion, with your perspective as a female photographer (of male rock performers, too). If a woman photographs a man in a dominant, confrontational rock-star stance, has her "gaze" (or the photograph) somehow rendered him passive? I mean, the theory just breaks down and no longer makes sense when applied to individual cases.

    Now, I can understand a particular filmmaker, say, such as Hitchcock, drawing on (i.e. both participating in and interrogating) a *tradition* of male artists viewing women in an aggressive, sexualized fashion - and the camera here becomes a phallic metaphor.

    I can also understand a metrosexual male model drawing on a tradition of female models (in painting or photography) passively "offering" themselves to the viewer's gaze.

    But there is no direct, inherent correlation between camera/photographer-as-active/male and photograph/subject-as-passive/female.

    To reiterate one of the things I said in the post: to me it's more a matter of the photographer/subject playing with inherited assumptions, artistic traditions, and gender expectations.

  25. "But there is no direct, inherent correlation between camera/photographer-as-active/male and photograph/subject-as-passive/female."

    Absolutely. There is a sense in which any creative act is, well, active. To photograph someone is to interpret them. However, a huge annoyance for photographers of all orientations and genders is the assumption that one *doesn't* actually DO anything in taking a photograph. It's strange, come to think of it, how the assumption that all photographers do is record "reality" using a piece of pre-existing technology coexists with the idea of the camera/lens as *phallic.* (I have no idea how this relates to the rest of the discussion, if it does, other than it being an example of how various gendered assumptions and metaphors aren't coherent to begin with...)

  26. one more thing re: passive/active: it occurs to me that there IS a tradition of conceiving of artists as passive recipients of inspiration. And, I do think that photography does have a particularly passive aspect to it, in that the inspiration can be the photographic subject it-/him-/herself. Muse and subject can be one in the same, to a greater degree than in other arts, I'd argue. And, I think this fact can is important. I think passivity (of a partial sort...) can be a facet of creativity, rather than existing in opposition to it.

  27. I have read your Morrissey/Jarvis post.

    Of course I am interested in Jarvis but I try and underplay that interest, as I don't think it is very interesting to anyone else except for other Jarvis fans.

    I know Morrissey over-egged his own pudding. So he doesn't need everyone else to continue the mythology. But they will. Oh they will!

  28. I honestly don't remember a thing I wrote in that post. It summarized plenty of thought I'd done up to that time, that's all I know!

  29. I read it a while ago before I started chatting to you. I must have seen it via Mr S's blog.

    I've pretty well ransacked that place that's for sure!

  30. Ransacked Mark's site or ransacked prettypettythieves?

  31. Ransacked Mark's blog. It looks like a QRG bombsite.

    I liked prettypettythieves though. I think i chat to some of the people involved on twitter but I get a bit confused by the Mozfandom world!

  32. All you need to know about the online Mozfandom world is that we're everywhere. Like Mother.

  33. I guess even Moz fans will die out one day. But new generations seem to spring up. Maybe he will have to die first, but then he will be actually sainted, so it will never end...

  34. I'm amazed by how it continues. My own fanship has subsided but left me with a backload of theorizing that I can draw on at any time (as with Paglia, Hitchcock, James, and a dozen or so other artists/thinkers who made a big impact on me), as well as fan-affection and acknowledgment of his influence on me (since like Pags he nabbed me at that crucial adolescent moment).