Dilds of the internet, #235489034658263756823542 in an occasional series
Apologies to anyone following me who doesn’t care about (/is fed up with) music crit insider stuff around Chris Ott’s recent rants, but I was really happy that the Impose Magazine interview with him went into his accusations of sexism in the NME and Pitchfork hiring women to write for them. Because seriously, what the fuck is this bizarro logic?
There is a far, far more extensive and celebrated history of MEN writing about those and just about any other music scene, who very very likely would not have had as easy a path to where they (we) are without being men. But apparently that’s not worthy of commenting on? That was just the unquestioned default and was never influenced by the demands of advertisers looking to sell to a male audience, right? Hiring male writers can never have been the result of an active preference, but women writers must have been hired for being women? Right?
For someone asking people to look deeper into what’s happening behind music writing, that is some remarkably credulous bullshit.
I have no strong opinion on Chris Ott (even though he seems to think I’m running a parody twitter account about him), but this is verging on r/mra levels of stupidity
|Paul Varjak:||Holly, I'm in love with you.|
|Holly Golightly:||So what?|
|Paul Varjak:||So what? So plenty! I love you. You belong to me.|
|Holly Golightly:||No. People don't belong to people.|
|Paul Varjak:||Of course they do.|
|Holly Golightly:||I'm not going to let anyone put me in a cage.|
|Paul Varjak:||I don't want to put you in a cage. I want to love you.|
|Holly Golightly:||It's the same thing.|
|Paul Varjak:||No it's not. Holly...|
|Holly Golightly:||I'm not Holly. I'm not Lula Mae, either. I don't know who I am! I'm like cat here, a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.|
So you’ve probably seen the story about übersuccessful Bushwick pizza restaurant Roberta’s putting out a call for unpaid interns to work in its “urban garden.” Because this is the internet, everyone is outraged! Outraged, dammit! Check out the L Magazine, for instance:
Of course, the whole thing is pretty fucked up, and the internship economy is a massive bunch of exploitative horseshit that relies on getting free labor out of kids ardent for some desperate glory in their chosen fields. The L Magazine themselves have railed against this in the past, in fact, casting themselves as righteous investigative champions of the downtrodden college student. Bravo.
But, hang on, wait, what’s this? And this? Surely that couldn’t be The L Magazine putting out a call for unpaid interns, could it? Why yes, it is. Twice in the 18 months or so, in fact. “While internship is unpaid, it presents a great opportunity for hands on experience and portfolio building at not just one, but two, REALLY AWESOME magazines.”
Ah yes, the old do-it-for-your folio wheeze. Because folios and hands-on experience at REALLY AWESOME magazines are great for paying rent. And hey, what’s this at Gothamist, who also reported the Roberta’s story? And this? “No pay, but some perks and college credit available.” Wooooo. Good to see everyone fighting the good fight against Roberta’s leading by example, eh? SIGH.