Aya de Leon teaches creative writing in the African American Studies Department at UC Berkeley and blogs here on WordPress; her sex worker Robin Hood novel, Uptown Thief, will be published in the spring. This essay grew from a conversation she and I had on Twitter; I was so impressed with her ideas, I asked her to expand them into an essay.
Hollywood has a lot in common with the sex industries; for one thing, it thrives on selling sexualized access to young women. Some would argue that Hollywood only sells images and fantasies of sex, while the sex industries offer more; however, any in-depth exploration of the film and TV industries reveals widespread transactional sex and sexually predatory behavior towards women (we need only look at Lena Dunham’s autobiography or recent revelations about Bill Cosby to see examples). In addition, women of color are marginalized in both industries, and most female participants are seen as less valuable as they age. While the sex industries have niche markets for women over 35, and particular actresses manage to remain hot commodities in Hollywood beyond their youth, both industries cater to male appetites for young and naïve ingenue-type women.
Rashida Jones (39) and Jada Pinkett Smith (43) are two African American actresses who have recently found themselves standing at the crossroads of Hollywood and the sex industries. Jones produced the documentary Hot Girls Wanted, and Pinkett produced the CNN special report, Children for Sale: The Fight to End Human Trafficking. There are vast differences between the two, but what they have in common is the way they reflect both women’s attempts to reinvent themselves from aging black actresses into producers. Former Hollywood ingenues themselves, both women have seized an opportunity to reassert their relevance via spotlighting the sexuality of younger women, in the time-honored role of moralistic crusader. Both women concentrate on the sexual exploitation of young women, and in both cases they miss the mark (Pinkett by an especially wide margin). Rashida Jones faced heavy backlash for her slut-shaming comments when she began to publicly voice her concerns about “pornification” and sexualized behavior of younger women in mainstream media. But at least Hot Girls Wanted was a collaboration with a pair of women filmmakers who put together a compelling and coherent (albeit problematic and whorephobic) narrative. In addition, it maintained the focus on the young women, as opposed to including Jones in the film; in contrast, Children for Sale features Pinkett as commentator, and its central story is about her emotional journey around the issue.
The only compelling quote in Sale was Pinkett’s “People who are having sex with children are not johns and tricks. They are child rapists and pedophiles, so we should call them what they are.” This crucially differentiates between sex work and sex trafficking, but unfortunately, she doesn’t demand that level of precision around other language in her film. To begin with, her subtitle “The Fight to End Human Trafficking” is misleading because the vast majority of human trafficking is non-sexual labor; ending sexual trafficking would only end a small portion of human trafficking. But then, the entire film was misleading and imprecise. Pinkett claims that girls as young as 11 are being trafficked in the United States, but she presents no evidence to support this claim, nor shows any girls that age, nor reveals any situations where girls were being held in slavery-like conditions. We see interviews with young (adult) women who go from stripping to full service sex work, and Pinkett slurs stripping as a “gateway drug”, but that doesn’t constitute a story of child sex trafficking. The central interview subject in the film tells of starting a relation with a seductive older man when she was 14; he later manipulated her to have sex with other men in the back of a barbershop for money, but she continued to live at home and go to school. While she was clearly exploited and the sexual activity was statutory rape by any definition, this isn’t a story of slavery.
Another problem: from the beginning, the police are presented as heroes and saviors. There’s a raid, and a young “victim” is found, yet she “refuses help” to return to the “only life she’s ever known.” A psychologist then attributes this refusal of help to a lack of self-esteem. But if she’s a victim, why is she being handcuffed and marched into the back of a police cruiser? And what rescue services do police have to offer young people? Juvenile hall? Foster care? Even the trafficking survivor-led program they profiled doesn’t have long-term housing options. By aligning herself first and foremost with the police, Pinkett is inevitably unable to effectively investigate anything; as a visiting celebrity, she doesn’t have any real connection with anyone in the situation. The entire tone of the film is set by various images of blurred face individuals with voice-overs by police and anti-trafficking advocates, and police cruisers driving down streets.
In fact, the film totally fails to provide visual documentation of the “facts” of Pinkett’s narrative. One segment included a tour of an area where the anti-trafficking advocate says there is supposed to be a great deal of street solicitation, but for some reason it’s quiet that night, and they don’t send cameras on any other night to capture it; we must take their word for it. There may indeed be 11-year-olds being trafficked in the very places Pinkett was looking, but she never found them. In other cases, the production manufactures what it fails to capture. They interview a grandmother who calls a hotline for help with her 14-year-old granddaughter, and the police work tirelessly to find her; she is discovered with another “victim”, a fifteen-year-old, who is allegedly on the way to her first trafficked sexual encounter. Thus, they “rescue” both girls from “the life.” Yet all of these assertions remain unsubstantiated by evidence of any kind; only in the hysteria surrounding child sex trafficking could such shoddy reporting get such a large platform. People have an appetite for sexual drama and tragedy, especially with black women; it need not be well-documented or even have a coherent narrative, only salacious innuendos.
Unlike the CNN documentary, Hot Girls Wanted had a coherent story, following one young woman and her cohort through their introduction and overall disillusionment with amateur porn and the sex industries; the New York Times‘ Mike Hale described it as characterized by “an uncertain tone that vacillates between weary outrage and motherly concern.” The film exposes some real problems with working conditions with “amateur porn”, which though it is actually very organized and professionalized, sells the scenario of the initiation of a given young woman into porn. Thus, after the first film, their prospects quickly decline. However, these labor practices where the “it girl” fades away and the spotlight moves on are not exclusive to amateur porn or even sex work; they are certainly at work in Hollywood, as well.
Furthermore, Hot Girls Wanted ignores the fact that today’s young women face relatively bleak prospects for employment and career development, even if they do go to college, and the internship model for entry level professional positions effectively excludes poor and working class girls. In this time of limited prospects, sex industry entrepreneurs can exploit young women’s aspirations for something other than dreary work for low pay, no security and no benefits. Yet Jones’ solution to the situation is to deny young women the choice. Harvard-educated Jones is the daughter of wealthy celebrities; she has always had access to fame and money without taking any risks of her own, yet she criticizes girls for taking the risks associated with sex work in the hope of gaining fame. She suggests that a central problem with amateur porn is that the women involved are too young to make their own decisions, but I would argue that the only way one learns to make decisions is by having the power to make them. Young women entering the sex industries generally face two kinds of older adults: On the one hand, they face shaming adults with little information about the industries who judge their desires and dismiss what they hope to gain; on the other hand, they face exploiters who withhold information, exaggerate and romanticize the payoffs and underplay the risks. In either case, the young women generally cannot get the support they need to make informed decisions, which would include access to older adults with accurate information and probabilities about women’s trajectories in the industry, as well as non-judgmental listening and feedback.
I see both Children for Sale and Hot Girls Wanted as part of a classic cycle for women in general and black women in particular. Many young black women enjoy the attention that sexual currency brings, yet when they get older, many pick up the rallying cry that “we’ve got to save these young girls from themselves.” I don’t think it’s coincidence that both of these older African American actresses are making films and speaking out on these topics; after all, the media aren’t interested in what black women have to say about global warming or the IMF, and they don’t put a microphone in black female hands to talk about Middle East foreign policy or immigration reform. Jones and Pinkett are actually doing the very thing they claim to despise, trading on the public’s fascination with young women’s sexuality. It’s a quandary all women must face: when a society is far more interested in a woman’s sexuality than in anything else about her, how can she navigate through her life? Yet neither documentary includes veteran sex workers, the women who did figure out how to navigate through the sex industries, especially those who entered the industries on someone else’s terms and then figured out terms of their own. In Children for Sale, they are non-existent; in Hot Girls Wanted, their stories are glossed over. The girls who stay in the industry are reduced to a footnote, while the film’s main subject quits and moves in with her boyfriend (in an implicit “happily ever after” ending). Due to the lack of input from veteran sex workers both films lacked nuance, breadth, depth and insider information, and reached deeply flawed conclusions.
As an over-35 black woman, myself, I understand the need to stay relevant and maintain career momentum; like Jones and Pinkett, I’m a non-sex worker who chooses to write about sex work. However, any vision of justice for people in the sex industries must be informed by a spectrum of voices that centers those currently working in those industries. Criminalization and social stigma shrouds much of sex work in secrecy and silence, so a casual observer cannot get a clear picture of it (much less a celebrity with a camera crew). These are areas of society that desperately need clear illumination, not the distorted and exploitative stories in today’s media; unfortunately, Jones and Pinkett chose to produce work suffused with moralistic narratives, which can only fail to change conditions for the young women they had hoped to help.
”She suggests that a central problem with amateur porn is that the women involved are too young to make their own decisions, but I would argue that the only way one learns to make decisions is by having the power to make them. ”
So true. Wisdom comes from experience. You don’t suddenly become capable of wise decisions at a certain age, same as you don’t suddenly become proficient in tying your shoes without practice. It’s also hypocrisy that they never use that argument for any other activity, such as joining the army or getting married. Getting married at 18 is probably not a good idea and can often be a sure way to ruin your life. But no one says it shoud be restricted or legally raised to 25.
“…It’s also hypocrisy that they never use that argument for any other activity.”
Or at least an inconsistency exposing the shallowness of their reasoning.
Heck, I have always expanded that “too young to make wise decisions” to pretty much every aspect of life — higher education pursuits, profession and career choices generally, political views, social views, financial choices, material purchases, friend selections. Many if not most if not all of us have had to make choices before age 21 we realize later that we weren’t experienced enough in life to make wisely when we had to make them.
The inescapable dilemma of being past age 16 is having to make choices in order to simply live before gaining the experience to make them wisely.
And, anyway, what absolute cosmic rule decides at what adult age and after how much experience anyone IS mature enough and/or wise enough to make her/his own decision?
Does the level of maturity and experience of each of those older women, individually or collectively, magically become the measuring stick for judging that every one those younger women lack enough experience — because, upon what basis do those older women believe that even THEY have enough experience to decide?
In the wake of the coalition of actresses who banded together after the Amnesty news broke, I found myself wondering more than once why it is usually only women who feel the need to speak their minds about sex work – mostly older women, come to think of it. Robert Downey Jr and Taylor Swift don’t seem too pressed. This essay hits the nail on the head, I think. Women maintain relevance through some manner of ownership over female sexuality – if theirs has faded, they can always try to find someone else’s to control.
While it’s not an excuse for men’s silence, I see a primary reason for men’s silence as far as advocacy for sex work to be discredibility, as in “well, as a male, your motive for advocating for sex work is obvious — you want to be able to buy sex, you filthy pervert/woman-objectifier/enslaver!”
In my own case…I’m a hetero man who’s never hired a sex worker of any sort in my 59 years, nor has any need or interest to do so in the future (as a 35-years-married with a consensually-nonmonogamous spouse, I have adequate sexual avenues so have no need to hire sex workers).Therefore I’m a man who can honestly say that I advocate decriminalization on principle and not because I’ve wanted or want to hire prostitutes.
But while I do speak out for decriminalization, I’m nevertheless tactical with my pro-advocacy. I’m careful if not silent in venues where I expect my support will be twisted to fit prohibitionist propaganda.
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