The Helen Reddy of Rap

Nicki Minaj is gearing up for a new album; thought I’d reprint my review of her last one from the Chicago Reader.
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“I’m the best bitch,” Nicki Minaj declares on “I’m the Best,” the opening track of her debut album, Pink Friday. It’s not the first time she’s bragged about her bitchiness—the difference here is that she doesn’t seem to mean it. A year and a half ago, on “Itty Bitty Piggy” from her mix tape Beam Me Up Scotty, she came across as a cackling, potty-mouthed machine gun, declaring “I’m a bad bitch, I’m a I’m a bad bitch” in a deranged, hammering singsong that made you believe in both her badness and her bitchiness. In comparison, “I’m the Best” sounds like—well, like a rapper looking to go pop by abandoning weirdness for rote R&B backing and rotely inspirational lyrics. “I’m fighting for the girls that never thought they could win” is a long, sad trip from profane nuttiness like “If you see a itty bitty piggy in the market / Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her park it / I don’t fuck with pigs like as-salaam-alaikum / I put ’em in a field, I let Oscar Mayer bake ’em.”

I wish “I’m the Best” were an aberration. But alas, Pink Friday is filled nigh to bursting with blandness. You know those swelling, earnest, I-have-overcome bullshit tracks that even decent rappers often put at the ends of their CDs, where you can conveniently avoid them? Imagine a whole album of that, and you’ve got a general idea of what Minaj has perpetrated. The Rihanna collaboration “Fly” is the sort of dreary gush you’d expect from a song that uses “fly” as a verb; the Natasha Bedingfield collaboration “Last Chance” is the sort of dreary gush you’d expect from a Natasha Bedingfield collaboration. But don’t blame the R&B songstresses: Minaj proves she can suck all on her lonesome with dross like “Here I Am,” where she actually says, “I’m a woman, hear me roar.” What’s next—is she going to call Lil Wayne the wind beneath her wings?

The fact that Minaj channels Helen Reddy with a straight face on a hip-hop album seems like a good indication that she’s lost her way in spectacular fashion. It’s easy to see this as a desperate and misguided effort to reach a mainstream audience—and it clearly is that. But at the same time, the album’s rudderlessness seems like part and parcel of Minaj’s persona. With a flow that hops from Barbie cuteness to Rasta declamation to a faux British accent to sped-up Tourette’s, Minaj has always been about spastic incoherence, and one of her most acclaimed performances is deliberately and gloriously bipolar. In her verse on Kanye West’s “Monster,” she switches back and forth between a flirtatious little-girl coo and a fierce, ranting growl, using the alternation to create an escalating momentum so massive it makes the other rappers on the track—Jay-Z and Rick Ross—sound positively precious.

As the two poles of “Monster” make clear, Minaj has flirted throughout her career with both of the standard hip-hop roles for women: sex kitten and ball breaker. That flirtation, though, has up till now tended to be oddly and in some ways refreshingly halfhearted. True, Minaj wears preposterous ass-accentuating outfits in the video for the pre-album promo track “Massive Attack” and huge castrating claws in video for Ludacris’s “My Chick Bad,” but for the most part it’s remarkable how little she seems to care about teasing cocks or cutting them off. Her focus is almost always on, as she invariably puts it, “bitches.” One of the decent tracks on Pink Friday, “Did It on ‘Em,” is fairly characteristic: “All these bitches is my sons. . . . If I had a dick I would pull it out and piss on ’em.”

If fantasizing about having a penis so you can better dominate other women sounds suggestive—well, yeah. Though Minaj dances around her rumored bisexuality in both her lyrics and her interviews, her most explicit statements of lust on record almost invariably involve women. The exception that proves the rule is perhaps her cameo on Christina Aguilera’s “Woohoo,” about the pleasures of cunnilingus. Though the song is ostensibly addressed to off-mike men, Aguilera is on record as not especially straight either, and when Minaj exclaims “Lick, lick like a lolly,” you get the sense that she’s not just the potential lickee. Less coy are her verses on Usher’s “Little Freak” and Gucci Mane’s “Girls Kissing Girls,” in both of which Minaj hornily anticipates a menage, offering to hook her brothers up.

Pink Friday doesn’t have anything that hot and heavy. Minaj may enjoy lasciviously contemplating your “kitty cat” and asking if she can “touch her,” but she’s careful to rhyme the whole thing with “Usher.” Lesbianism is only OK packaged for male consumption. Minaj wants girls . . . but it ain’t no fun if the homeys can’t have none.

And no wonder: as a female rapper, Minaj can’t be a sex bomb and a badass; she can’t be a castrator and one of the boys; she can’t be an out dyke and have a career. But artistically, this tension isn’t always a bad thing. Her seesawing between identities is a large part of her appeal and her genius. What other female rapper has called herself Monica Lewinsky, Barbie, and Freddy from Nightmare on Elm Street? Minaj’s refusal to stay in the hip-hop box labeled “women” has allowed her to be silly, unpredictable, and fierce in a way that few rappers of any gender have managed.

But a debut album is where an artist shows the world who she is, and for Minaj that’s a trap. You can see the problem most clearly on the album’s best track—”Roman’s Revenge” with Eminem. Swizz Beatz drops the two rappers into a factory full of hammering synths, and Eminem proceeds to tear that shit apart, bouncing from S&M to pissed-off Happy Meals, spewing tangled knots of filthy punch lines so fast that lesser mortals don’t even have time to be knocked on their asses. “So I tied her arms and legs to the bed, set up the camera and pissed twice on her. Look! Two peas in a tripod.”

Like most rappers, Minaj doesn’t have Eminem’s skills, but she doesn’t get blown away either. From her first stuttering transgender declaration—”I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin!”—she spits insults and threats, at one point even comparing herself to Eli Manning, and in general she sounds lean, mean, and nuts.

The only thing is . . . well, Eminem is up in there getting a blow job and pissing on women, you know? And in response, Minaj . . . starts sneering at bitches again. The Internets have speculated that she’s calling out Lil’ Kim, and fair enough. But can you imagine Minaj cutting off some guy’s bits and Slim Shady just saying “ayup” and going after a third party? You have to wonder if he’s glancing sideways at Minaj when he snaps, “Look who’s back again, bitch / Keep acting as if you have the same passion I have / Yeah right, still hungry, my ass.”

The point isn’t that Minaj has some obligation to fight for the rights of women everywhere. But it is to suggest that, even at her most feral, there are places she won’t or can’t go. “I feel like people always wanna define me and I don’t wanna be defined,” Minaj said in a Vibe magazine interview this summer. I can sympathize with that—but on Pink Friday, the fear of being defined seems to have made her unwilling to say anything of interest at all. At some point, if you’re not going to stand for something, you might as well sit down.

Utilitarian Review 7/25/14

On HU

On Octavia Butler’s Xenogenesis and feminist submission.

Me on Ariel Schrag’s Adam and penises.

Ross Campbell, author of Wet Moon, on endings.

Chris Gavaler documents the graffitti of Angouleme.

Ben H. Winters on a career writing mash-ups, funny and otherwise.

Me on how Bob Dylan and John Porcellino will get you with twee nostalgia.

Michael A. Johnson on surrealism, history, and Rutu Modan’s clear line.

Kailyn Kent on “Under The Skin” and failing to get inside the mind of the spider lady.
 
Utilitarians Everywhere

At NPR I did a commentary on masculinity and virginity.

At the LA Review of Books I wrote about Octavia Butler, Gone With the Wind, and how a utopia for some can be a hell for someone else, depending on where you’re standing.

At the Atlantic I

—tried to quantify how many women read superhero comics.

—wrote about the genius of casting Beyoncé as Christian Grey in the 50 Shades movie.

At Splice Today

—I write about Iggy Azalea, racial appropriation and class solidarity.

— I listed the worst Beatles songs

At the Chicago Reader I briefly wrote about Insect Ark and emo goth drone for metalheads

I was on WCEH’s World’s Finest radio show talking about sci-fi and genre. (download the Hooded Utilitarian show from itunes at the link.)
 
Other Links

Mark Stricherz on what happened to Dinesh D’Souza.

Kim O’Connor interviews Hillary Chute.

Jessica Lahey on a 6th grader who stole a scientist’s research.

C.T. May explains why Thomas Frank’s complaints about Obama are silly.

Maya Mikdashi on how Palestinian men are seen as always, already dangerous.
 

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Twee Nostalgia

“Twee” and “nostalgia” are two terms of critical obloquy that fit together naturally, like (dainty) dog shit on (soggy) twinky. Apart and even more together, they connote precious, precocious inauthenticity, packaged emotion in the name of infantile regression and souls suffocated in cat pics.

Bob Dylan’s much-lauded, latter-day song/video “Duquesne Whistle” from 2012 is a self-referential exercise in cutesy laurel-resting — and/or a biting satiric refutation of same, depending on which side of the smirk you come at it from.
 

 
Dylan’s voice is a ravaged shell of its former ravaged shell; the music a winking Tin Pan alley revival of former Tin Pan Alley folk revival; if there wasn’t a video, you’d imagine a chorus line of hobos knocking their legs together and swapping their hands from kneecap to kneecap while pursing their lips in impish surprise.

Instead, though, the video we’ve got shows us a dapper hipster sartorially channeling ragamuffin classic Dylan channeling Woody Guthrie, while flirting with an attractive passerby. The flirtation shades into stalking and our picaresque hero gets maced…and then his day goes downhill from there. Meanwhile, old Bob in a straw hat walks along with a posse of assorted cool folks, swaggering and eventually stepping over young, stalkery, beat up Bob.

The whole video is an exercise in having your twee nostalgia and spitting on it too; you get to see young Bob dream of handing a rose to his sweetheart, and then get to see him thrown to the curb while old Bob’s vocals mug on and on knowingly. The sepia trickster persona of 60s Zimmerman is rejected for the ironic, up-to-date, uber trickster hipster persona of grandmaster Robert. The old witticism is swallowed by the new witticism; the old smug grin swallowed within a bigger, smugger grin, like one of those James Cameron aliens doing a stand-up comedy routine. “You old rascal, I know exactly where you’re going,” the singer smarms, projecting realism via mime show and mime show via realism. Next album, you can be sure, he’ll bring the Blue Man Group out to convey some hard truths.

John Porcellino’s “Under the Stars” is a lot less coy about its twee; Donovan seems like the soundtrack rather than Dylan. The story, from King Cat 72, is just two pages long.
 
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The nostalgia here is a lot less ironized as well; in fact, the whole meaning and function of the art is explicitly presented as nostalgic. “No matter what happens — please remember the peace of this moment — right now” Porcellino, as narrator, thinks, and then the last panel declares “So I try,” while showing the same scene as in the panel at the bottom of the second page. The comic is Porcellino’s effort not to forget this moment, right now; the artless, unshaded, uniform line weight cartoon preserves the memory, as memory, in deliberately un-virtuosic delicacy. Stars, warmth, insects, frogs, all turn into quiet, lacey reproductions of themselves.

In “Duquesne Whistle,” the multiplication, or reproduction, of Bobs, past and present, is a form of control; Bob past, in all his memeness, is firmly in the gargled throat of Bob senior. Porcellino (or Porcellinos) place in “Under the Stars” is a little less certain. Obviously, it’s the artist’s hand drawing the image. But the memory, the thing he draws second after drawing it first, lacks himself. On the first page, he’s in the panel; when he repeats the drawing, labeling it as memory, he’s not there. The vanishing Porcellino could be seen as a kind of completion of the first image, where the narrator, armless, seems made of the same stuff as the trees; composed, like them, of smooth curved outlines, as if he’s about to disappear or merge into the landscape. But the figure not being there could also mean, not a transcendent onenness, but a failure; trying to capture the moment means putting yourself outside the moment. Porcellino wants to remember, but the act of doing so automatically self-recursively distances him from the memory. He doesn’t get the truth of the moment (including his presence), but only a kind of outline; a surface cartoon scribble.

“Under the Stars” tweely mourns its own tweeness and nostalgically mourns its own nostalgia, just as “Duquesne Whistle” tweely celebrates its distance from tweeness and nostalgically venerates its puncturing of nostalgia. If art is smaller than the world, and if art is always already part of a moment that is past, the ominous takeaway seems to be that all representation, and all consciousness, are always already buried in that time capsule adorned with microscopic calligraphy spelling out the names of your favorite Brit pop bands and lost loves. Under the stars that Duquesne whistle will long ago have blown, serenading that same old stupid self in the backyard of your heart.

Ross Campbell on Endings

Ross Campbell, the creator of Wet Moon stopped by to comment on Qiana’s post about comic series and endings. I thought I’d reprint his thoughts here.

great essay, Qiana! and thank you so much for giving some attention to Wet Moon for it, i appreciate it. :) i feel like serial comics ending is something i rarely see people talking about, or when they DO end everyone just kinda shrugs or is sad or says “the ending sucks!” but they don’t get more into it than that.

not to focus too much on my own work here, but i feel like at this point there isn’t any ending to Wet Moon that will ever be satisfying, regardless of whether it ends at volume 8 or volume 30. there will always be something unsatisfying for readers, and i wonder if other cartoonists who do serial stuff feel that way about their work, too, and maybe because of that they’re scared to end it. i’ve actually never really ended anything i’ve ever written, even seemingly standalone books i’ve done were meant to have sequels that got canceled and never happened, so i have no idea what it’s like to END anything. part of me is excited to finally come up with an ending to something, but at the same time it feels scary and sad.

i think i half agree with Vaughan’s quote and half disagree. i feel like some stories definitely need endings, i can think of a lot of serialized stuff where i wished the ending would happen or that it happened sooner than it did, it always sucks seeing a story you love peter out. but on the other hand i also like stuff, particularly TV shows as i don’t read a lot of serialized comics anymore, that go on and on without an ending in sight because it can create a nice “lived in” feeling and i like following characters when there isn’t a big plot looming over them and when the story doesn’t seem to be in any rush to get somewhere. it’s not comics of course but i’m really into Grey’s Anatomy and it’s about to start its 11th season and i’m loving it more than ever, and after watching 10 seasons it’s like you live with the characters and being a drama show it never ramps up to some epic plot or confrontation or something, so it feels satisfying to just leisurely live in that world with the characters. since there’s no big plot and it’s more about exploring the characters and having fun with them, if it ended abruptly i don’t think i would mind that much because there isn’t really anything that NEEDS to be resolved. so in that sense i don’t agree with Vaughan because i think there can be stories that narratively don’t need endings and are better for it.

 

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Strapping On The Man

An edited version of this review ran at Bitch magazine.
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For a lesbian creator, Ariel Schrag is unusually obsessed with penises.

Schrag started her career making autobiographical comics in high school. Her first two books — Awkward, about her freshman year and Definition about her sophomore year — were insightful, deft, sweet coming of age stories. But as she moved into Potential and her junior year, things got considerably darker. Ariel, the character, began to experiment with her sexuality, and Schrag, the creator began to experiment with comics form, culminating in the mammoth senior-year Likewise, an intense, complicated work using multiple styles and a recursive, allusive structure to chronicle Schrag’s twin obsessions with her way-too-straight girlfriend Sally and James Joyce’s Ulysses.

Again, Likewise is an ode to phallicism. Ariel purchases a large dildo for her 18th birthday; she has daydreams about various men with various penises who may or may not be sort of Ariel herself having sex with Sally; she has an intense epiphany while reading Joyce’s description of the ultra-phallic flower Saxifragia stolonifera, “father of thousands.” “Oh my god, that is so perfect,” Ariel in the comic thinks, as Schrag the artist draws the flower in emotive charcoal, one of the loveliest images in the graphic novel.

Given this interest in pensises, it’s perhaps not surprising that Schrag’s first novel, Adam, stars somebody who has one. The title character is not a lesbian, but a nerdy adolescent virgin guy obsessed (like young comic-book Ariel) with girls. He has little luck with them…until he visits his lesbian sister in New York and is mistaken for a trans man. He ends up having to tape his real penis down with Ace bandages in order to use a strap on to have sex with the love of his life, a lesbian named Gillian.

The gender-crossing here quickly becomes vertiginous — especially if you read Adam as Schrag in drag, a gay cis woman pretending to be a heterosexual cis man pretending to be a trans heterosexual man in order to have sex with a cis gay woman. Schrag, for her part, acknowledged in an interview that “Adam is mostly me.” She added:

“I like the idea that 1. Someone reading Adam would find my depiction of a male teen to ring true and that this implies the differentiation between male and female is perhaps less stark than some believe and 2. That someone might read Adam and find that my depiction of a male teen doesn’t ring true to them, perhaps strikes them as more “female” and that this implies that Adam himself is innately “female” in some ways, making his passing as a trans man perhaps less of a (or at least a different nature of) deception.”

The idea of gender as deception is of course familiar from the catchphrase, not-quite-correctly attributed to Judith Butler, that “gender is performance”. Cis-Adam pretending to be trans-Adam can be seen as a kind of dress up. But it can also, as Schrag says, be seen as a kind of truth, since Adam is really Schrag identifying as Adam. Or, to put it another way, you could see Adam as an authentic performance of Schrag’s masculinity.

Schrag herself suggested to me that this was how she sees the character.

“When I was a teenager and in my early twenties, masculinity was very important to me. My hair was cut short, I dressed like a boy, and was often mistaken for one. The primary kind of sex I had with women was using a strap-on and I was always the one to wear it. I would go to strip clubs and get lap dances. I would tell people about going to the strip clubs and be thrilled by their shock and amusement. Acting “masculine” made me feel powerful, and more importantly, cool. It was lame if a guy went to a strip club, but cool if a girl did. I do not have these feelings anymore. Not that I’m anti-strip club, but I don’t think it’s especially cool when women—opposed to men—enjoy them. Much of Adam is about exploring my own relationship to masculinity and the way I observe it functioning in the world.”

Schrag added, “as someone who has sex using strap-ons, I did take a certain delight in forcing this teen boy, all his equipment in working order, to have to use a strap-on as well. ”

What’s best about that last comment is the multi-layered way in which it performs masculinity all by itself. The touch of competitive vindictiveness, the amused-but-still joke about whose penis is better (if not bigger) — those seem like recognizably male tropes.

Which isn’t to say that Schrag wants to be a man, any more than the trans men in the novel are women (despite the claims of one drunk, politically incorrect lesbian in the book.) Rather, it’s to say that the fascination with men, the competitiveness, and even the failure to be a man, are all “definition” masculine, as a younger Ariel might put it. Being a man is about not being a man. And that being a man by not being a man is painful and ridiculous and sad and sweet, much like Adam, or like Schrag, him- or herself.
 

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Utilitarian Review 7/19/14

On HU

Featured Archive Post: Ng Suat Tong on Asumiko Nakamura’s Utsubora and pornography.

Me on 12 Years a Slave as torture porn.

Me on Nightjohn and slavery as educational uplift.

Chris Gavaler on apes, men, and (no) women.

Charles Reece on Octavia Butler and the virtues of species suicide.

Rahawa Haile on Dawn of the Planet of the Apes and not necessarily rooting for the humans.

Qiana Whitted talked about Ross Campbell’s Wet Moon and ending comics series.

Kate Polak and I talked about violence and sexual violence in Garth Ennis’ “The Boys”
 
Utilitarians Everywhere

Bert Stabler posted this video directed by him and Matt Steinke to which I contributed the vocals of the evil plant brain thing.

At the Atlantic:

—I interviewed genocide scholar Adam Jones about misandry and discrimination against men.

—I interviewed Tressie McMillan Cottom about country rap, hick hop, race, and class.

At Salon I wrote about Gene Yuen Lang and Sonny Liew’s comic The Shadow Hero, and superheroes as assimilation fantasies.

At Esquire I wrote about:

the female Thor and why making legacy characters more diverse is a good thing.

black Captain America and what it means for a black superhero to enforce law and order.

At Splice Today I wrote about:

—how the Rolling Stones have sucked for a really long time, and wondered if that mattered to their World’s Greatest Band TM status.

—how the problem with Columbus is not cultural appropriation but cutting off people’s hands and raping 10 year olds

—copyright and Dream Another Dream, a new kickstarter funded collection of Winsor McCay tributes.

At the Chicago Reader I wrote briefly about Soundgarden and rock nostalgia for rock nostalgia.
 
Other Links

Osvaldo Oyola on the impossibility of the black superhero.

John McWhorter on cultural appropriation, or not.

On Slavoj Zizek plagiarism, and the logistic of superstar scholarship.

Julianne Ross on confused MRA memes.

Noah Gittell on nudity in OITNB.

Elias Light makes the case for Paul McCartney’s solo recordings. Interesting, if not convincing.
 
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A Conversation With Kate Polak on Violence in “The Boys”

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Kate Polak is Visiting Assistant Professor of English at Wittenberg University, and she does research on violence and sexual violence in comics, especially Vertigo titles. We met through the Comix Scholars list serve, and Kate agreed to have a conversation about violence and comics for HU. We decided to focus on Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson’s comic The Boys, specifically the volume We Gotta Go Now.

Noah: So…I guess maybe we could start by talking a little about that review by Francesca Lewis about the Boys. Basically she’s arguing that its violence and sexual violence is part of satire, right? She argues that he’s mocking comics by showing the violence and brutality and sex that isn’t present in typical comics for kids:

“The extremity and excess for which he is often criticised is a direct contrast to the empty, one dimensional world of comics. He includes every violent, sexual and controversial subject that is present in the real world and conspicuously not present in classic comics. “

You said you had some sympathy for that view. Do you think she’s right, or that Ennis is parodying comics by making The Boys more realistic?

Kate: I think she’s certainly right..to an extent. In the first place, I’d be remiss if I didn’t critique her homogenization of feminist critics and literary scholars. She really does a terrible disservice to feminism as a concept in that article. “Rawr! Feminists think this, but I think that.”

My sympathy with her viewpoint is rooted in a long, complicated personal history with Ennis, who I have loved for many years, but am growing increasingly less fond of with every subsequent issue of Crossed.

Most of the sexual violence he’s used in previous works, Preacher and Hellblazer being only two examples, bears critique, but also critiques itself. In Hellblazer, he has Constantine’s ex-girlfriend get raped by a jealous ex. When he comes to try to “help”, the female friends (including his own girlfriend), tell him to get out of the hospital room. What I always liked about his portrayals was how aware he was of the power dynamic between women and men, and how he allowed women to have some power even in moments of extreme victimization.

As to The Boys, the extremity of the work, I think, does an excellent job of parodying superhero morality, while at the same time, shamelessly indulging in some horrifying stereotypes as well. Who is our superheroine? Well, she’s blonde and white, and a former Christian. Who’s our hero among The Boys? Wee Hughie, a weird sort of nice-guy-nerd-fantasy that, to me, is a transparent appeal to nerd, verging on MRA readership.

Noah: I guess to me at this point in the superhero genre, I’m just somewhat skeptical of the baseline assumption that superheroes don’t deal regularly with issues of violence and sexual violence. William Marston and Harry Peter actually deal pretty directly, and I think sensitively with sexual violence in their Wonder Woman run from the 40s (Link here). That’s a bit unusual, but good girl art and fairly up front prurience was present in superhero comics from the beginning. There’s a lot of violence in those early comics too…people being murdered in horrible ways by the Joker, for example. And certainly by the time you get to Watchmen in the 80s, you’ve got lots of folks writing about the links between supeheroes and sex and violence, in thoughtful and less thoughtful ways. It’s just hard for me to see The Boys as parodying or undermining tropes when it seems in line with so much else that’s being done. Like, is a supehero pedophile ring really different in kind than superheroes teaming up to brainwash a villain, causing intense psychological trauma (which has happened in DC continuity)? Or the Joker shooting Barbara Gordon in the stomach and then showing her naked pictures to her dad? Or the current Wonder Woman continuity where we learn that the Amazons are not avatars of peace, but are instead rapists and child killers? Not that adult material always has to be bad necessarily or in every instance, but it’s hard for me to see how The Boys gets seen as parodying or commenting on the hypocrisy of mainstream superhero comics when as far as I can tell it’s indistinguishable from them.

Kate: I don’t know. I see the institutionalized rape of children as a pretty extreme, and topical phenomenon. That couldn’t have been anything *but* a swipe at the Catholic Church, right?

In terms of parody, I don’t really see parody as an all-or-nothing game–most works contain elements of their own critique, as well as a critique of the social sphere they’re mimicking. Furthermore, I see parody as simply a (perhaps) more extreme, but certainly more self-aware indulgence in the exact same phenomenon as the things that already occur in the genre in question. Parody isn’t turning a genre on its head–its exposing the ludicrous elements of a genre that already exist.

And that’s why I’m going to keep loving Ennis, even if I can’t always love him, and if I sometimes hate him. There are so many hints as to how he’s aware of how much uglier he’s making already-existing tropes, down to the art. They always pair him with hyper-realists, like Dillon and, in the case of The Boys, Robertson and Higgins. That style is commonly associated with adventure comics from the colonial and immediately post-colonial eras, wherein we, as readers, “discover” “darkest Africa.” I think the artwork does a good job of pointing towards the parodic tendency as well, as it did in Watchmen.

I suppose what I’m saying is that I find The Boys valuable because it goes out of its way to expose how common these elements are, and stretches them to their (possible?) limits. It’s not that sexual violence and other types of extreme violence don’t take place in comics that came before–it’s that the violence does, but the artists and writers often don’t seem to be aware of its absurdity. Or perhaps that they fail to recognize its regularity.

Or, and this is where I do most of my work, it’s that it exposes (through parody) the absolute saturation in culture of sexual violence.

Noah: I think superhero parody is a longstanding and central part of the superhero genre; everything from Plastic Man to Wonder Woman to Watchmen to the Spirit can be seen as parody, really; parodies are just really central to the genre.

So for me it’s not really whether it’s parody or not, and more whether what it’s doing is particularly interesting. And I have to admit, I’ve got problems finding much of interest in the Boys, or at least in the “We Gotta Go Now” story arc. I’d say, yes, the pedophile ring is referencing the Catholic Church…but I don’t really see it as being particularly thoughtful about that link, nor as having much of especial interest to say about it. In terms of exposing a culture of sexual violence — it just seems like it’s reproducing that culture to me.

Not just in terms of the fact that it shows sexual violence, but in the way that sexual violence is supposed to be validating for the comic, right? That is, the comic is engaged on revealing the secret truth of the perverted nature of superhero comics, and it does that by revealing what’s in the closet, that being sexual secrets and sexual violence. The brutality and violence show that the comic is a serious adult work.

Watchmen arguably does something similar — but I think it makes much more effort to question whether sexual violence is truth, or whether violence is. I don’t see any of that in the Boys, really. The truth just leads to greater redemptive violence, and then at the end to the abused kids getting murdered, so that you know the good guys aren’t good. It’s reversal after reversal, the truth revealed always being that people are awful and sexual violence is brutal, and isn’t it cool we’re reading this adult book?

Kate: Hehe. I like your reading. That’s where I think Ennis goes off the rails sometimes, although, specifically in We Gotta Go Now, I think it hews to a cyclical violence in which victims become predators and breed more victims, which is an area that comics has–I think–not been good about exploring.

Mostly, I would argue, the superhero genre likes its victims as victims alone, and not as more complicated creatures. It’s not in this issue, but in The Boys, Annie January is a victim of sexual coercion/violence, but she’s allowed to still have an active and positive sex life after her victimization.

In terms of the victims, I think that the comic shows a good deal of the nuance in the characters, as well as their level of psychological damage. Silver Kincaid kills herself in a particularly awful way. G-Wiz are socially ill-equipped to deal with society and have no boundaries, but we nonetheless feel real sympathy for them (at least I did). Godolkin might as well have been reciting a NAMBLA message, but we see the material consequences of his actions.

I think it’s important to remember who does the violence in We Gotta Go Now: it’s a corporate entity with a financial stake, rather than a personal stake, in the abused children-turned-predators. The government entities–The Boys–are willing to fight them, but it’s the corporation who comes in with the flamethrowers (and I use “who” advisedly, given recent Supreme Court decisions).

Most of The Boys lies in those reversals, too–as the storyline plays out, we’re increasingly made aware of the fact that Butcher is as bad as the bad people, and some of the supes aren’t that bad–some are good, and, if not for complicating factors, others could have been better.

So, what keeps me a fan of The Boys are those reversals, and the refusal to allow anyone to go uncompromised. In Watchmen, Laurie and Dan are pretty much good people. Wee Hughie is the closest we have in The Boys, and even he has his moments of homophobia (which is mocked), misogyny (which almost costs him love), and sheer ignorance.

As to prevalence, that’s one of the things I like about the annihilation at the end of We Gotta Go Now. No redemption for you.

Noah: Well, I haven’t read the whole thing, obviously.

I don’t actually think it’s true that superhero genre likes its victims as victims though, exactly. Superheroes themselves are almost all victims of trauma right? Batman, Spiderman, Hulk; it’s all about initiating trauma leading to vengeance or heroism.

Laurie and Dan are good people; they’re in a romance plot — though they’re also not exactly normal, and certainly have their own oddities. I think that having a real romance plot is actually a lot more of a challenge to superhero genre conventions than having evil corporations kill people. Violence as a solution, in whatever form, isn’t really a challenge to superhero logic, I don’t think. The happily ever after romance ending, the idea that solutions or happily ever after, is achieved without violence is a good bit more of a pushback against how supehero comics work…or so it seems to me, anyway.

What do you think about the fact that the two characters who break down on the pedophile team are women, and that the group of teen up an coming characters we’re supposed to sympathize with are coincidentally all guys?

Oh…and I really didn’t find that teen group especially sympathetic. They seemed like out of control frat assholes. Wee Hughie kept saying he liked them, and I kept thinking, good lord, why?

Kate: I think it’s unsurprising, given how we socialize men and women. I’d like to say “we can allot space for men to have feelings”, but we don’t–Jamal crying at the end was, to me, a real moment. A man admitting he was a victim of sexual violence and crying about it? Whoa.

The fact that men aren’t allowed to show these emotions is, I would argue, one of the things that leads to greater perpetuation of violence. It gets sublimated into an action on an other. “I’m not powerless. Look at what I can do.” And I think Ennis, through Jamal and others, is trying to expose that for what it is.

But I think that’s also where we’re sliding past one another in the debate. I can’t possibly think of Batman, Spider-Man, and the Hulk’s traumas as being similar to sexual violence, especially sexual violence inflicted on kids.

Remember, sexual violence is the *only* form of violence in which something that’s supposed to be pleasurable is turned against the victim. No one, aside from a subset of the BDSM crowd, legitimately enjoys getting punched in the face. No one orgasms from it. No one enjoys their parents dying. No one enjoys being picked on. Those are non-equivalent forms of trauma.

I sympathize with not liking them. To me, they looked very familiar. Relatively normal dudes on a college campus, with (many) fewer boundaries. And I sympathize with my male students, who are trying to figure out how to have fun, how to be men, and how to treat women, when they’re given terrible messages about all three.

Noah: I mean, Jamal is sympathetic at the end. But he’s hardly even a person before that, is he? I don’t really see any effort to make any of those guys people, pretty much; they’re not individuals. I barely learned their names. They just come across as a mass. I don’t get much sense that Ennis gives a crap about them as individuals, either. He certainly doesn’t bother to give them individual personalities.

You know that in some versions of continuity Bruce Banner is in fact a victim of child abuse, right? I don’t think it’s at all a leap to see the Hulk as a symbol of a traumatized child. Batman is explicitly the victim of massive childhood trauma. There are definitely things going on with Spider-Man that suggest possible sexual trauma — Craig Fischer has a fascinating essay about Ditko’s use of hands in his work, and I think it’s possible to read a subtext around sexual violence there, and link it to Spider-Man’s particular anxieties about manhood and power.

I think separating out sexual trauma as completely different from other forms of trauma…I don’t know. Kids who are hit by their parents also have issues around betrayal of trust and love. I mean, children do wish for their parents to die; sexual fantasies and pleasures aren’t the only kinds of pleasures. Any trauma is non-equivalent to any other form of trauma, but that doesn’t mean that there are no parallels.

I agree with you that misogyny and the fact that sexual trauma is supposed to be an attack on men’s masculinity is a pretty horrible thing for everyone, and a way that such violence gets hidden and perpetuated. I’m just skeptical that Ennis is dealing with that in a particular intelligent or thoughtful way. His victims of sexual violence here are basically completely out of control, and their trauma is basically used as an awful secret and then an excuse for violence, not as a way to actually explore their stories in any particular extended or thoughtful way.

I just read Gwyneth Jones’ novel Bold As Love, coincidentally, where there is also an abused child who goes on to abuse children himself. He’s only in the book off to the side, really, and I wouldn’t say he’s exactly sympathetic, but there’s just a lot more sympathy for him I feel like — partially because we see him through the eyes of another character who is also the victim of sexual abuse. She’s not completely broken though (and in many ways not broken at all), which creates some space in the book for sexual abuse to not be the one true thing about its victims, male or female. I don’t see a lot of that in Ennis’ story.

Kate: I didn’t know that about Peter Parker, although it’s an interesting interpretation! I’d love to read that article.

Yes, sexual pleasure isn’t the only pleasure, but I still see sexual abuse as substantively different from other types of abuse. Not “more,” but certainly different. While I think you’re right to say that there are parallels, I think that we often overplay the parallels in studies of violence in general, which in itself serves many of the rape myths that have been made at least a little more apparent by the recent focus on sexual violence (in your work, among others). I still see a pretty big gulf between reactions to a rape victim and a mugging victim (or, more appropriately, a maiming victim), and those reactions are based in part on our own experiences of sex versus violence, as opposed to sexual violence, which is another creature entirely.

Seeing your parents murdered is undoubtedly immensely traumatic. I’m still reluctant to map it onto the experience of sexual violence, though, because *seeing* is different from the violation of the bodily envelope, no matter how you slice it, and when the body is violated in ways that are supposed to be reserved for pleasure, there’s an enormous further gap between a rape, and, say, a stabbing.

As to Ennis, I’m certainly approaching it differently than you, but what I see is a lot of scared little kids with stunted personalities who grew up to have immense power–not unlike a lot of violent offenders today. In terms of individuality, I don’t think he cares enough to give them major individual attention, because they’re implicated in crimes as well, whether or not those crimes occurred “because they had a troubled childhood.”

I should note that, when I say I sympathize, that isn’t equivalent to saying “I understand” or “I could see myself in that position.” I see it more as a commentary on the extent to which that behavior is familiar and legible within a broader cultural framework.

You compared them to frat boys. Frat boys, and rapists, are also *people*. But that doesn’t mean we have to have an overweening sense of their individuality. I see The Boys in some ways as a nice corrective to the post-WWII obsession with the “complicated minds” of perpetrators.

Oh, and as to “the one true thing”–I don’t know. I think it’s alright to acknowledge that sexual violence can fundamentally and permanently alter the way someone relates to the world. It doesn’t need to make them into a permanent victim, but in the case of Annie January, it completely changes her approach to life, and that’s simply treated as a fact–not a “good” or an “ill”. The act itself was bad, but the way she deals with it simply stands as a way of living.

Noah: I didn’t say they weren’t people or that they should be killed. I just don’t really see why we’re supposed to like them more than the older superheroes (who are also people, or representations of people, right?)

I’d certainly say that we treat sexual violence differently in a lot of ways. But isn’t the idea that there’s some sort of innate difference in kind between violence and sexual violence — can’t that be seen as perpetuating the difference in some ways? I guess the truth is I don’t know enough about the relevant literature here, but it’s at least my impression that different kinds of trauma can result in pretty similar effects — disassociation, PTSD, flashbacks, and the like.

I’m not looking for complicated minds. I’m looking for some reason to be able to tell them apart, pretty much at all. Or some reason that Hughie likes them. It’s certainly reasonable to think that that kind of trauma has an intense and longstanding effect on people. But that’s a bit different than having characters who are pretty much completely defined by their victimization, as the group in We Gotta Go Now seems to be. It sounds like he does better with Annie January elsewhere, but in this case it’s hard for me not to see it as just exploitive and shocking for its own sake, mostly.

Maybe it’d be different if I’d read the whole series, I don’t know. I didn’t much care about any of the characters, honestly. They could have all died at the end and I would have pretty much just shrugged.

Kate: I’m going to take the last point first, then get into the sexual trauma v. other trauma. As to the series, I’m not saying it doesn’t have its flaws, and I imagine readers would have a range of reactions. I’m arguing for it because I saw a number of interesting spaces for discussion, including “what is the point of representing a corporation with an infrastructural investment in the abduction and abuse of children, so as to invest them with powers they don’t know how to control and to render them permanently infantalized?”

I’d even go so far as to bring in IMF and World Bank policies into the discussion, but I don’t know if I have the juice left in me tonight.

I’ll content myself with saying The Boys represents a nexus between extreme sexual violence, extreme violence, sexuality, celebrity culture, corporate greed, corporate and government collusion, global terror, and war that captures an interesting slice of what living in the post-9/11 media landscape is.

As to sexual violence versus violence, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with perpetuating the difference. There is a difference, and it’s a big difference. Yes, it *can* have the same effects (although not all people who see combat are traumatized, and similarly not all rape victims are traumatized). PTSD is a collection of symptoms–the originary trauma doesn’t matter in terms of content in a PTSD diagnosis. However, and this is a big however, defining sexual violence only in terms of the trauma in victims misses a lot of the point. Most women–around 50-70% in various studies–show signs of PTSD regardless of whether or not they’ve been victims of sexual violence. Those who haven’t tend to exhibit mainly hyperarousal–waiting for a threat that may or may not come.

As to the differences in actual experience, a symptom profile doesn’t exactly map on to an experience. One of the biggest complaints about the second-wave tagline of rape being about power rather than sex were rape victims asking “then why didn’t he just hit me? I would have preferred that.”

Noah: Yeah; I wouldn’t want to claim that rape has nothing to do with sex. But that doesn’t necessarily mean either that rape is the worst violence or the most traumatic violence in every situation, right? In terms of something like Susan Brownmiller’s discussion of rape in wartime, the analysis suggests less that rape isn’t about sex than it suggests that war and violence in general are pretty closely connected to sex in ways that we don’t really like to acknowledge.

In terms of the IMF and World Bank…I see the metaphor, but also kind of wonder if representing non-Western peoples as abused children who don’t know how to deal with their powers is necessarily a helpful or insightful way to think about these issues.

Kate: Oh, totally, but Ennis is an unrepentant Anglophile, which is something worth exploring, especially given the fact that few comics ever deal with the Global South at all. Notable exception: Unknown Soldier, which is not a very strong work, but at least takes place in Africa and has African characters.

In terms of violence vs. sexual violence: like I said, not “more,” just “different.” I think the connection is certainly there, but I can’t say I entirely agree with Brownmiller (or, say MacKinnon, who argued that “porn is the theory and rape is the practice”). In part, it goes to the question of “sameness” versus “difference” feminism, and they’re both polemics. I don’t have to choose one in order to say that rape is a substantively different experience from other forms of violence. I know it’s different. And there’s, to be frank, a lot more emotional nuance in rape than there is in other forms of violence, including domestic violence. Most rapes are acquaintance/date rapes, much like the molestation we saw in The Boys. There’s a lot of subtle manipulation, rather than out-and-out violence. It’s easier to hate your attacker when they inflict something that clearly counts as violence, but what does it mean when your attacker convinces you that their act is an act of love?