As a political year, 2008 will be doubtless be remembered in many ways -- the Year of Obama-Clinton campaign, and hopefully the year the voters turned out the GOP. But for me, 2008 will always be the Year of the Whore. When one examines the rich tapestry of political argument in this strange year, one thread shines through -- the use and abuse of the word "whore," as well as some actual whores to boot. It is a pronounced enough aspect of the political year to merit sustained analysis.
One of several eruptions of "whore" into our discourse was Air America's Randi Rhodes using it to disparage both Geraldine Ferraro (apparently for her dismissal of Obama's candidacy by saying he was "lucky" to be a black man), and also Hillary Clinton (who came in for the intensifier "fucking whore"). Rhodes was deservedly fired for this outburst, which shows that our political discourse is not entirely debased (just mostly). Rhodes' use of sexualized language to disparage, while disturbing in and of itself, is a rhetorical move in which members of a discrete social group take ownership of a word and claim, expressly or otherwise, the power to use words that seem most offensive when used by folks outside the group. Thus, Tina Fey can call Hillary Clinton "a bitch," because (nudge, nudge), it's ok for us to say this, as long as it's among the sisters. This is also like gay appropriation of the word "queer" as ok for gay folks to use, memorably captured in Joe Jackson's "Real Men," in which Joe sings "don't call me a faggot/not unless you are a friend." It's hard to imagine even Chris Matthews going all Rhodes on Hillary (or being rehired if he did on air), so Rhodes' use of the language both sprang from a privilege of women to speak in a vulgar or vile way of women, and was rewarded by a less extreme response than would attend a man's use of the same contemptible language to describe a woman politico.
Unfortunately, Rhodes was far from an outlier. In a less offensive invocation of whoring in political commentary, MSNBC's David Shuster suggested that in sending out Chelsea Clinton to speak for Hillary's campaign, but preventing her from speaking to the press, that Chelsea was "sort of being pimped out in some weird sort of way." Shuster raised a point about the use of Chelsea that was not only fair commentary (much more than one can say about Rhodes), but was one I agree with. But why the recourse to the leitmotif of whoring? Part of the answer is, this is 2008, the Year of the Whore. But why is 2008 the Year of the Whore? In part, it seems, the collective subconscious, or conscious, of our politic cannot refrain from gender-based critique, and disparagement, of the woman candidate. This is the partner to the race-based disparagements of Obama as an "empty suit," "not that smart," "an affirmative action baby," despite his obvious intellectual heft and academic achievement, and "lucky" to be running as a black man, though our nation has elected to governorships and Senatorships literally only a handful of blacks in American history, which is an enduring national disgrace.
The Clinton camp is no stranger to whoring, having previously employed Dick Morris as strategist, before firing him for sucking whore toes back in '96. References to Mark Penn as a "corporate whore" choke the internet, but he was fired too (or was he?) But Clintonite Paul Begala signaled that there was a further level of hyperbolic criticism past "whore," when, after stating, "I have nothing for contempt for Mr. Penn," he called his presence in the Clinton campaign "Rumsfeldian," marking the new outer limit in Democratic insult-space, well past "whore" and likely toward the Oort Cloud that exists past Pluto.
The Year of the Whore could not have been without the active help of our new favorite misanthrope and apostle of permanent war, Senator John McCain (R.-Ariz). Called McNasty in high school (a popular nickname for D.C. hacks -- the Washington Bullets' talentless hatchetmen Rick Mahorn and Jeff Ruland, who have also done nothing for humanity, were likewise collectively nicknamed McFilthy and McNasty), joking gaily about bombing Iran to the tune of the Beach Boys' standard "Barbara Ann," McCain is also no stranger to misogyny. He famously joked (he was joking, right?) at a Republican party dinner that Chelsea Clinton was so ugly because, he said -- her father was Janet Reno! (Get it? They're lesbians. Ugly lesbians. Hi-larious. And born-agains are going to vote for this guy?) Consistent with the warmth he radiates, the Maverick has given us two crowning jewels of whore-reference this year.
First, we just learned from the new book The Real McCain that in 1992, before both campaign staff and press, McCain rebuked his wife's gentle teasing with the light rejoinder, "at least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you c*nt." Of course, even Americans in the overcharged, hyperbolic world of 2008 do not typically call their female public figures "c*nts" (let's all pat ourselves on the back, now!), but putting aside his use of the C-word, McCain was then calling his wife Cindy a "trollop," which is a charming, old world word for "whore," kind of like if Ward Cleaver used it to warn Beaver away from a young lady of loose morals. McCain's other whore moment is likely to play out through the year, unless Democrats have forgotten how to fund 527's -- it is of course the fact that he sought, received, and did a joint appearance to publicize the endorsement of Pastor John Hagee, who famously termed Catholicism "the Great Whore," giving McCain his own Pastor disaster.
Bandying about "whore" as a cool new metaphor is one thing, but don't forget those literal whores out there too! They were a big part of the Year of the Whore. Eliot Spitzer took up with whore Ashley Youmans, whose biography is chronicled for all of us on the net. (See en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashley_Alexandra_Dupre). Good publicity move for young Ashley, who grossed $206,000 from downloads of her crappy music, publicized in the wake of her expensive sessions with Spitzer. Spitzer, of course, had prosecuted both johns and whores, so in his fall we see our love-hate relationship with whores, already implicit in our calling politicians whores and voting for them in droves -- not to mention that in the metaphor, if politicians are whores, we're all arguably the johns feeding them money, and for whom they perform a full range of salacious acts upon command (oh, baby, flog Colombian President Alvaro Uribe harder over CAFTA! Stoop lower! Lower!). Just as U.S. Attorneys typically prosecute the whores and not the johns, we follow that metaphor through and revile our politicos as whores while we, the johns, escape the scathing self-critique that should follow.
But New York Governor David Paterson, you ask? How did _he_ make this the Year of the Whore? When asked in all seriousness by crack New York media on his second day in office whether he had ever patronized prostitutes (you know how those New York governors are), Paterson paused and quipped memorably, "Only the lobbyists." Way to propagate the whoring meme, Governor! In days that followed, Paterson disclosed his and his wife's affairs, and illegal drug use, as if to say, I do unsavory and illegal things, but no whoring, definitely, no whoring. (And Patterson's crack about lobbyists as whores then takes us back to the New York Times' expose of John McCain's cozy relationship with D.C. lobbyists, including Vicki Iseman . . . but as a Clinton-supporting male lobbyist friend of mine in D.C. is wont to say, 'lobbyists are people too,' so let's not go there too long.)
Is there anything to learn from all this "whore"-ing and whoring? Despite the profusion of "whore" references, we apparently still deplore _actual_ whoring to mess up perfectly good careers. Also, don't be whoring when you prosecute whores. As Martin Fry once sang, "we know this/much is/true." Ah, Spandau Ballet.
But what about all this "whore" talk? To me, it's a marriage of the general debasement of political dialogue with the chest-puffed out, sometimes too self-conscious dewussification of the Left that has brought us the periodically moronic excesses of Bill Maher and lately Randi Rhodes. As Chancellor Palpatine remarked to Anakin, "I can *feel* your anger. It gives you focus, makes you stronger." (See also http://ifoughtthelaw.cementhorizon.com/archives/003870.html, for smart-humored, related tangent) But remember, the guy he said it to got his arms and legs chopped off by his best friend, and eventually threw the guy who said it into a big tube that incinerated him, ending their 30 or so year period of jointly ruling the galaxy while wearing dark, form-obscuring clothes. Put another way, sure the Dukakis campaign sucked, but there's a metier of focus, rational lashing-out (kind of at Jon Stewart's or Obama's temperature, IMHO) that doesn't require us to become either Alistaire Cooke or buffoonish screamers. We have too much good material to resort to that kind of crap.
An important, unmistakeable teaching of this year is that we don't know how to have a national campaign in which a woman runs without at least some really hateful, messed up discussion. If the Obama-Clinton cagematch could be paused (and it soon will be for all time), hopefully we can all recognize as Democrats, whomever we supported, that running either a woman or an African-American leads to deformed dialogue at the margins. The Obama campaign skates on whore references, because it employs no Mark Penn, and because the crapola meme used to attack it is racism (he's a dimwitted, emptysuited, unqualified affirmative action baby), and not misogyny, which Senator Clinton has faced and IMHO substantially overcome. So in a final "ho" reference: as N-Trance sang in its reworking of Stayin' Alive, "Come on everyone in the house/let me hear you say ho ho ho" -- let's laugh McCain to the door with Hagee, Rhodes, Shuster, and Spitzer in this Year of the Whore. (Ashley Youmans can stay. It gets lonely in the blogosphere . . .)