‘I had to fake it till I made it’ is Rhianna’s explanation
for how she became ‘so comfortable in her sexuality’, a sexuality which Esquire
magazine described as ‘the very essence of F***’. I think I found these statements some of the
most disturbing of the whole interview.
Essentially it was a discussion not about the individual life choices
and experiences of one 24 year old but a moment, for those who could see it, of
real honesty about the pornification of the music industry and indeed the
universe.
There have been a lot of responses that have raised concern
about Rhianna’s comments about her relationship with Chris Brown, jumping to
reiterate that abuse is never acceptable and berating Rihanna for not giving a
more nuanced response, especially since
she was a ‘role model’. But even if she had given a model response would we
want to be promoting her and by implication the industry she is involved in, as
a role model.
It makes no sense to say that Rhianna is comfortable in her
own sexuality if she had to fake it until she made it. If she had to fake it,
it is not her sexuality it is someone else’s, and is not about her pleasure,
desire or sexual expression it is about someone else’s. But what choice did she
have? As Gail Dines puts it the choice for many young women ‘is to be f***able
or invisible’.
Rhianna was described as the very essence of ‘F***’ not
‘sex’, not ‘beauty’ not ‘love’ but ‘F***’ There is something in the word F***
that is inherently aggressive and violating.
The way we use the word reflects this. Have you ever heard anyone say
‘My love shall we have a F***’? It is rarely something mutual but normally describes
one person doing something to another without consent and to the detriment of
that person. I wonder if the pictures of Rhianna after Chris Brown assaulted
her contributed to her ‘F*** essence’?
Rhianna stated that she was not sure that that was what she
had been aiming for. I am fairly convinced it was exactly what many in the
industry where aiming at for her and I’m not sure she really ever had a choice
about how people would see her. But here we are, in a situation where the
highest accolade for a woman is that she is the essence of ‘F***’.
Of course the other option available for women (though it is
a little more niche and American) apart from invisible or ‘F***able’ is to be
virginal, so virginal in-fact that you can’t even get raped and certainly can’t
conceive from rape.
Is this why 50 Shades of Gray is so popular? I have to be
honest I have not read it and do not intend to, but I have read substantial
amounts about it. From what I gather the book is all about Ana becoming
F***able and F***ed by a powerful, rich and controlling man. Women who have
been so surrounded by pornified images and narratives, but for the most part
still not able to overcome the social mores and watch porn, are perfectly able
to read something penned by the hand of a woman (but really written years ago
in the offices of Hustler et al.) that dresses itself up as a romance novel,
and dream about gaining some value through becoming ‘F***able’.
And is this why so many people seem so confused about what
rape is? ‘Cause clearly if a powerful man like Assange “inserts” (thanks
George!) while you are asleep you have been ‘F***ed’ and should therefore be
flattered. When ‘the essence of F***’ becomes the dictated ambition of women
rape becomes a compliment.
It looks like the ‘essence of F***’ is here to stay
impregnating every part of our lives, it looks like it is determined to be the
dominant definition of what it is to be a woman, forcing all others into
obscurity. But I for one refuse to be invisible and they can think of a million
names to dismiss me with, but I will not become invisible.
I will not become invisible because I have unearthed other
archetypes and role models, some in legend, some in story but my most favourite
in scripture. A diversity of strong courageous diverse women who lived life on
their terms creatively challenging the patriarchy around them and a Jesus who
meet them on their own terms and offered them not 50 shades of ‘F****ed up’ but
a celebratory rainbow of humanity.