Jameela Jamil – Porn, What’s The Harm

Jamil intellectually ambushing ex-porn star Gemma Massey

Jamil intellectually ambushing ex-porn star Gemma Massey

Last night, a Radio One DJ hosted an intriguing TV programme about porn. Thanks to the internet, it’s proving increasingly inescapable, she said, and young people are being exposed to it at earlier and earlier ages. Earnest Jameela Jamil clearly cared, and wanted to protect vulnerable kids from exploitation and abuse. But in parts, her show demonstrated just the kind of squeamishness that lies behind so many of our unhealthy attitudes towards sex.

The BBC and market research bods ICM have conducted a survey of young people, asking them about their experiences with porn. Over a thousand 16-21 year-olds were interviewed. Just under a quarter claimed they were 12 or under when they first watched online porn. An eyebrow-raising 7.3% claimed they were under ten. And for Aunty, the pollsters, and bookish private school product turned T4 presenter and Radio One It Girl Jameela Jamil, the results were shocking enough to make a telly programme out of them.

BBC Three’s ‘Porn: What’s the harm?’ began with likeable Jamil delivering a monologue about shagging. ‘I’m very liberated about sex and relationships’, she said. With the best will in the world to someone willing to risk ridicule by speaking out about something she genuinely cares about – decrying the over-sexualisation of modern culture presumably not being the savviest career move in the perennially cold shower-requiring world of shit RnB – a lot of what was to come over the next hour suggested she wasn’t. Continue reading

Catch my (frighteningly hard right) drift

Nigel Farage

Nigel Farage

Britain’s Rightward slide continues apace. The news media continues to jig to Nigel Farage’s tune. Grassroots Tories, clearly shaken as UKIP woos their core supporters, rowdily call for action from Downing Street. And with its assault on benefit claimants already plumbing new lows (taste, humanity, common decency), the government eagerly bolts Right to meet them on immigration too.

We’re living through a kind of social democratic End of Days. In a political culture that holds up Mrs Thatcher’s social blitzkrieg as the height of state-shrinking excess, people are struggling to comprehend that what the Coalition government is doing now is worse. Even hardened activists who fought Thatcherism in the 1980s can’t quite bring themselves to accept that the situation we’re facing today exceeds the one they tackled thirty years ago.

The Conservatives are trying to permanently end the convention whereby the rich pay for the upkeep of the less fortunate. By surreptitiously pulling apart what remains of the welfare state, they’re trying to drastically reduce what their descendants will have to shell out for in taxes. Existence-threatening cuts to the public sector mean that thousands of people are being ejected from secure, less profit-oriented jobs and forced into the private sector. Private sector workers, meanwhile, are forced to work harder, for longer, for less, with less job security – which guarantees bigger profits for the companies they work for, and bigger pay packets for the kind of rich Tory supporters that run them. Continue reading

Question Time: Coventry, 9th May

The Coventry sky-line

The Coventry sky-line

As the NHS tumbles down the slope towards privatisation, Question Time ignores it completely and obsesses about Europe. Such is the unearthly power of Middle England’s xenophobe Dracula Nigel Farage.

The Place: Coventry, the West Midlands

This week: having done paradigm-shiftingly well in last week’s local government elections, UKIP and Nigel Farage were suddenly, inescapably everywhere; the government announced widely controversial plans to tackle migrants coming to the UK to use the NHS, asking doctors and nurses to blow the whistle on so-called ‘health tourists’; and David Cameron appointed Old Etonian number six to his inner circle, making Jo Johnson, brother to London’s Mayor, the head of No. 10’s policy unit.  Continue reading

Question Time: Cardiff, 14th March

Kirsty Williams, Francis Maude, the top of David Dimbleby's head, the side of Chuka Umunna's and the back of Leanne Wood's

Kirsty Williams, Francis Maude, the top of David Dimbleby’s head, the side of Chuka Umunna’s and the back of Leanne Wood’s

After last month’s bloated horror, the Bemolution offers a more svelte entry into its mainstream-monitoring initiative for increased readability and the sake of its own continuing sanity.

The Place: Cardiff, Wales

This week: one-time Lib Dem leadership hopeful turned Coalition energy minister Chris Huhne and his ex-wife Vicky Pryce were sentenced to eight months in jail for perverting the course of justice; David Cameron killed off cross-party talks on how best to put Leveson’s proposals on press reform into action; and Work & Pension Secretary Ian Duncan-Smith was forced to exempt soldier’s families from his spare-room-penalising Bedroom Tax. Continue reading

Question Time: Eastleigh, 28th February

Angela Eagle and Claire Perry in Eastleigh

Angela Eagle and Claire Perry in Eastleigh

Having roundly battered Question Time the other week when launching its reluctant bid to cover it now and again to keep up with the political mainstream, the Bemolution found the first episode it watched in ages reasonably interesting.

The Setting: Eastleigh, Hampshire, unsurprisingly, on the day of the obsessed over by-election to replace newly-disgraced Lib Dem Chris Huhne. Mostly leafy and affluent, it tends to bounce between the Tories and the Liberals.

The Background: Huhne, narrowly beaten by Nick Clegg to the Liberal leadership in 2007 and until very recently one of the party’s highest fliers, pled guilty to perverting the course of justice earlier this month. Years previously, he’d made his ex-wife take the legal flak for speeding offences he had committed himself to protect his political career. He consistently denied the allegations for months but eventually came clean, resigning as both Coalition energy and climate change secretary and Eastleigh MP. Continue reading

Questionable Use of Time

dimblebyFor those as yet blissfully unaware, Question Time is the BBC’s flagship topical debate programme, and it’s often a harrowing, exasperating, sanity-imperilling watch.

The Bemolution, it has to be said, harbours an intense dislike for all things QT. Really, it’s a way for a self-obsessive, unrepresentative and largely untouchable political caste to tick the ‘public engagement’ box while continuing to live in Westminster la-la land. Important People – predominantly rich white male metropolitan Important People – are asked questions by an audience of electors. But the questions are vetted beforehand to ensure they stick to whatever the mainstream media is presenting as the Burning Issues Of The Day. Anything outside of the Westminster-fixated corporate-friendly mainstream news agenda is rejected. Continue reading

Amused To Death

britain's got talent stuff

Most mainstream British culture can be broadly categorised as being either fuzzily heart-warming or emptily brash. Being cosy and safe, or unchallenging and easy-on-the-eye-and-ear seems to be the driving ethos behind a growing majority of our cultural output.

It’s not that any of the above is bad in isolation. Escapism isn’t just nice, it’s necessary. The pace of modern life is manic enough to drive anyone insane without distraction from unflinching reality. But modern British culture is almost all escapism. Which isn’t nearly as harmless as it sounds. Things aren’t looking good for civilisation. We’ve done more damage to the planet in 50 years that anything alive has done in the last billion, and looming environmental catastrophe hasn’t stopped our unthinking trundle towards collapse. Technology gallops ahead in ways that could help alleviate such chronic deprivation, but could equally prove perilous. With the next century likely to see leaps made in nano- and biotechnology, the potential for horrific fallout increases if fanatics are able to access these innovations. Nuclear terrorism already poses a huge threat, with poorly-secured Soviet warheads and recent concern about Pakistani nuclear security heightening fears that these devices could fall into terrorist hands.

One of Britain’s most venerable scientists suggests there’s a 50/50 chance that humanity will not survive the current century. Such an apocalyptic prediction would’ve been derided as laughably pessimistic even ten years ago, but is now deemed plausible enough to be taken half-seriously.

Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of people go uneducated, have their human rights trampled over, or have no access to clean drinking water. Three billion survive on less than two dollars a day, fifteen million die yearly of starvation, and millions more died in recent conflicts in Rwanda and the Congo that have gone almost completely unnoticed by the ‘developed’ world.

Our culture just doesn’t reflect the gravity of the global situation. Skim through the most-watched British TV programmes of the last decade and you’ll find soaps, the X Factor, and lots of celebrities, with a sprinkling of vacantly twee Doc Martins and Lark Rise To Candlefords to warm the heart-cockles of a Sunday evening. Unsurprisingly, British pop music has never found space for twelve minute dirges about Rwandan genocide, but neither has it ever been so relentlessly banal – at least the blank hedonism of the ‘80s stimulated a half-decent reaction. Given the state of the world around us, Britain’s cultural frothiness is offensive. The image conveyed is one of a society fascinated, above all, by itself.

Hayek, Rand, Cheryl Cole

It would be fairly ridiculous to suggest Emmerdale and Cheryl Cole are solely responsible for our cultural narcissism. They simply reflect the state of British society – one in which individualism has been the dominant political and economic trend for thirty years. In the 1970s, economists like Hayek who saw the state as an oppressive force that smothered individual freedom and economic initiative became incredibly influential. Pinochet, Reagan, and Margaret Thatcher were the most prominent world leaders who took this neoliberal project and pursued it through political channels. Amidst the more tangible, obvious changes this brought about – lowered taxes, the privatisation of previously state-run utilities, financial deregulation – the underlying cultural shift was profound. Hayek, Friedman and Rand seeped into our culture. Easy credit stoked consumers into a hedonistic frenzy, borrowing to fund increased consumption becoming commonplace. Manufacturers cottoned on quickly, purposely designing products with shorter and shorter lifetimes whilst constantly unveiling newer and snazzier trinkets to ensure consumers kept consuming.

The economy became increasingly geared around satisfying the non-essential material wants of the general public. To the young and impressionable at the time, life seemed increasingly geared around them, centred on You. Mrs T’s infamous (and over-quoted) declaration that there was no such thing as society, just individuals and their families, was becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy by the 1990s. Government was convincing people this was true. New Labour was all about getting the most for You And Your Family, giving Choice to You And Your Family, with any notion of responsibility to anyone else swept under the carpet.

Me-centrism

Over the last fifty years, technology has advanced in such a way to allow communication between people from opposite poles of the planet. In 2011, the average person must be ten times more worldly and well-travelled than a representative individual from the 1950s. And yet people’s worlds have shrunk. We’re more selfish and insular than ever. We believe that the day-to-day trivialities of our lives are genuinely important. There are now entire generations who never saw the age before culture was dominated by ads and fads and in which You weren’t necessarily the centre of the universe.

Turn on your TV in 2011 and you can experience Me-centrism in glorious Technicolor. Shows like the X Factor display it brilliantly – to succeed in the realm of Simon Cowell is to elicit mindless adulation for about five minutes and make money with which to buy material things. You can succeed if you sing well. And what is actually meant by singing well is warbling histrionically like a bargain-basement Beyonce, rigidly adhering to a lifelessly safe strain of plastic soul. In this world, getting lucky in the generic lottery and being gorgeous is effectively an entry qualification (unless you’re the one who gets to buck the trend and be horrifically condescended by people who can scarcely believe you have talent while not being conventionally attractive). Essentially, it’s all about You achieving Your Dream of being fabulously wealthy and celebrated and loved.

If you understandably wanted to pierce the veil of frippery between you and the real world, you might try The News, or ‘serious culture’. But The News just shuffles glibly through world events, often prioritising relatively minor domestic issues, emotionlessly flitting between global horror stories at top speed before jerkily seguing into a silly story about a cat that can play the bassoon.

Issues are only dwelt on as long as they’re flashy and interesting. Just recently, the Japanese earthquake and subsequent fallout, the assassination of Bin Laden, and Anders Behring Breivik’s killing spree were everywhere for a few days before vanishing completely. Obviously, news stories run their course, some faster than others. But the surreal way in which harrowing disasters are impassively served up then suddenly disappear just makes them seem distant and unreal, and easier to ignore. The fact that tens of thousands of people are facing slow death by starvation in East Africa has slipped down the back of the news agenda altogether. The only event that’s recently achieved half the level of coverage global suffering deserves was that cutesiest and most reassuring of spectacles, the Royal Wedding.

Vacant

In 1985, the distractingly-named US academic Neil Postman published a book called Amusing Ourselves To Death, a curmudgeonly broadside against what he saw as the stupefying effects of television on American society.

Postman’s work was complex, often incisive, and occasionally slipped into embittered ‘kids-these-days’ territory. His most striking contention was glumly political: that America’s obsession with TV could lead to tyranny. He drew on Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, set in an outwardly utopian, but, in reality, totalitarian future, in which the populace is kept happily docile through a combination of no-strings sex, and a routinely-ingested hallucinogen called soma. Providing balmy escapism to millions, TV was the real-world soma in Postman’s eyes.

He also thought Sesame Street posed a grave threat to Western education, so he shouldn’t be taken too seriously. But the Huxleyan image of a blinkered society wilfully retreating into a schmaltzy cocoon is worryingly appropriate for modern Britain. The sixth richest country in the world has turned inwards. Realistically, there’s very little even an enlightened and galvanised Britain could do about glowering global problems on its own. But until its population, and the population of countries like it, start to move away from cossetted insularity nothing much is going to change, and we’ll continue whinging about house prices and watching TV while millions suffer. As it stands, our culture is shamefully vacant.