Author Archives: SHG

Real Men Don’t Shrink

For a while, the New York Times was on a kick about “toxic masculinity.” It was half an attack on Trump, as if he were the standard bearer for males, and half an attack on men who hadn’t dedicated their lives to being feminist allies. But the toxic masculinity began to fade behind Trump’s many other foibles and failings, and there’s only so much real estate to be had on the Times’ editorial page. So with a few exceptions, the “how to be a good man by being a woman” op-eds faded.

The American Psychological Association, undeterred by the fact that depression and anxiety are at an all-time high in their care, has chosen to be the caboose in the “real men are toxic” train by issuing its “first ever” guidelines for the treatment of men and boys. Why?

But something is amiss for men as well. Men commit 90 percent of homicides in the United States and represent 77 percent of homicide victims. They’re the demographic group most at risk of being victimized by violent crime. They are 3.5 times more likely than women to die by suicide, and their life expectancy is 4.9 years shorter than women’s. Boys are far more likely to be diagnosed with attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder than girls, and they face harsher punishments in school—especially boys of color.

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Tuesday Talk*: Elie’s Urge

When my good buddy, Elie Mystal, proposed jury nullification as the remedy for the failure to convict cops of murdering black guys, his intention was to make a point by a radical example.

Maybe it’s time for black people to use the same tool white people have been using to defy a system they do not consent to: jury nullification. White juries regularly refuse to convict or indict cops for murder. White juries refuse to convict vigilantes who murder black children. White juries refuse to convict other white people for property crimes. White juries act like the law is just a guideline and their personal morality (or lack thereof) should be controlling.

Maybe it’s time minorities got in the game?

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No One Expects The IRB (Update x2)

When four scholars set out to show that “grievance studies” scholarship was gibberish, it was an astounding success.

The further one strays from reality, the denser the word salad. It’s not that they’re on to something profound, but they’re on to nothing and need bigger, more meaningless, jargon to make it feel as if it’s not complete gibberish.

How far did they stray from reality?

…a 3000 word excerpt of Adolf Hitler’s Mein Kampf, rewritten in the language of Intersectionality theory and published in the Gender Studies journal Affilia.

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The Moral Hole

Morals clauses aren’t exactly new when it comes to contracts. They’ve been the norm in entertainment and top executive contracts for a long time, just in case the person you bankrolled and relied upon gets caught in flagrante delecto. But not so much in the pedestrian contracts of ordinary writers. As Judith Shulevitz notes, they are now.

Authors are people, often flawed. Sometimes they behave badly. How, for instance, should publishers deal with the #MeToo era, when accusations of sexual impropriety can lead to books being pulled from shelves and syllabuses, as happened last year with the novelists Junot Díaz and Sherman Alexie?

“Often” may be an understatement, not so much that it’s exclusive to writers, but that “to err is human,” and most authors are, arguably, human (Christopher Hitchens excepted, obviously).

One answer is the increasingly widespread “morality clause.” Over the past few years, Simon & Schuster, HarperCollins and Penguin Random House have added such clauses to their standard book contracts. I’ve heard that Hachette Book Group is debating putting one in its trade book contracts, though the publisher wouldn’t confirm it. These clauses release a company from the obligation to publish a book if, in the words of Penguin Random House, “past or future conduct of the author inconsistent with the author’s reputation at the time this agreement is executed comes to light and results in sustained, widespread public condemnation of the author that materially diminishes the sales potential of the work.”

As should be obvious, this doesn’t come about because authors have changed. Rather, times have changed, as has the “public condemnation” of anybody who catches the mob’s attention. When that happens, a writer goes from acceptance, if not adoration, to pariah in a flash. More importantly, the publisher’s investment goes down the toilet.

This past year, regular contributors to Condé Nast magazines started spotting a new paragraph in their yearly contracts. It’s a doozy. If, in the company’s “sole judgment,” the clause states, the writer “becomes the subject of public disrepute, contempt, complaints or scandals,” Condé Nast can terminate the agreement. In other words, a writer need not have done anything wrong; she need only become scandalous. In the age of the Twitter mob, that could mean simply writing or saying something that offends some group of strident tweeters.

Did the writer do it? What did they do? What if they didn’t actually do anything, or whatever they did (and whenever they did it) was entirely acceptable and ordinary at the time, but now, in the light of outrage, the writers becomes the “subject of public disrepute”? At least the Condé Nast version has the integrity to leave in the company’s “sole judgment,” making it plain that there is no connection between the writer, the mob and the termination.

But how, you might ask, could anyone be antagonistic to morality? Are we not moral? Isn’t being moral a good thing? Much as “morality” makes for great discussions among philosophers and academics, it’s one of those wonderful words that means everything and nothing. Most of us have a “moral compass,” but it’s our own and, even when similar to others, usually differs in the particulars. There is no Board of Morality, establishing the morality norms to which every individual is compelled to adhere. Even when we agree on the big picture, the details rarely coincide.

Agents hate morality clauses because terms like “public condemnation” are vague and open to abuse, especially if a publisher is looking for an excuse to back out of its contractual obligations.

But that’s exactly why morals clauses are included in contracts, to give publishers a back door, an escape hatch, when a popular writer becomes an overnight outcast. For writers, the problem is that they make a living writing, and if they write something controversial, thoughtful but not in conformity with what the mob wants to read, they stop making money. Even writers have to eat.

Jeannie Suk Gersen, a Harvard Law School professor who writes regularly for The New Yorker, a Condé Nast magazine, read the small print, too, and thought: “No way. I’m not signing that.” Ms. Gersen, an expert in the laws regulating sexuality, often takes stands that may offend the magazine’s liberal readers, as when she defended Education Secretary Betsy DeVos’s rollback of Obama-era rules on campus sexual-assault accusations. When I called Ms. Gersen in November, she said, “No person who is engaged in creative expressive activity should be signing one of these.”

But Gerson gets a paycheck that says “Harvard” on it, so if she rejects a contract with a morals clause, she won’t miss a meal. What about writers who rely on their writing to eat?

It’s not that a company should have to keep on staff a murderer or rapist, she added. But when the trigger for termination could be a Twitter storm or a letter-writing campaign, she said, “I think it would have a very significant chilling effect.”

That first sentence includes some serious Gertruding. If someone on staff was a “murderer or rapist,” wouldn’t they be prosecuted, convicted, sentenced, and hence unavailable for writing for life plus cancer? Because if they aren’t convicted, how does one assert that the staff member is a “murderer or rapist”? These are crimes, and the way we know a crime occurred and someone committed it is through a system that results in a conviction.

So if an author’s meal ticket is subject to being pulled based on a twitstorm, and if a twitstorm can arise for good reason or no reason, subject to the whims of the unduly passionate, would a writer be inclined to express any opinion that might inflame the mob?

Regardless of how certain you are as to what is, or isn’t, moral, is the new morality expressing no thought that might bring you into “public disrepute” for being literally awful? Or is your flavor of morality defined by whatever your followers on twitter tell you it is?

In Need of a Patriot To Volunteer

At dinner last night with a friend who, as it happens, runs the European end of a global media empire (he picked up the bill, because he’s filthy rich and it was his turn anyway), we pondered which, and whether, descriptions of the president’s fitness for office were accurate. “Where is Rex Tillerson, Gary Cohn,” I asked? If they’re patriots and Trump is unfit, do they not have a duty to come forward to say so, to explain, in detail, what is going on.

There was no argument that he wasn’t a vulgar, amoral ignoramus, or that he had any motivations beyond self-aggrandizement and self-enrichment. But that much was obvious when he was elected. Is he senile? Does he suffer from mental illness? Is he just lazy and shallow?

These aren’t questions asked because of his policy choices. Love them or hate them, there will always be disagreement over policy, and even if you are absolutely certain his choices are wrong, even horrible, that’s the nature of democracy and elections. We get to elect bad people to office if we choose. This choice is exacerbated when the other choice is, to voters, worse. Continue reading

The Black Millennial’s Math

There are a great many detriments that remain in the path of black millennials’ struggle for equality and their share of the American dream. But math is not one of them.

I’m an early millennial or, as some people put it, an “old millennial” — meaning I am among the first of the generation that has come to be defined by this term. I attempted to claim a piece of my American dream through homeownership, and quickly I saw how much of a falsehood that dream could be.

I bought my first home in August 2005. I was working as a production assistant at a television network and was excited that I would now have a visual marker of success. I was 25, just a few years out of college, and everything felt possible.

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The Tyranny of Mommydom

Some years ago, it was pointed out to me that I occasionally wrote a post about my son, but never wrote about my daughter. The woman who made this point informed me that it was because I was sexist. I explained, in my usual calm, dulcet tone, that it was because my daughter had asked me not to write about her, while my son didn’t care.

Not that it meant she couldn’t impute sexism where none existed, since who am I to question the oppressed informing me that I’m an oppressor for reasons that existed only in her head, but my silence about my daughter was, in actual reality as opposed to her lived experience, a matter of respecting my daughter’s choice. Sorry to tell you, kids, but my children matter more to me than anything I’ll ever write here. More than you. More, even, than me.

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A Blow Too Far

Under almost any other circumstance, Eric Weil would have been the Good Guy of the story. Maybe given a hearty handshake. Maybe just a quick word of thanks. But for one utterly ordinary human reaction, he would certainly not be facing a second trial and a sentence of 3½ to 7 years in prison for reckless endangerment. But he blew it.

His legal woes began after he agreed to take in a friend’s son who was struggling with addiction on the condition that no drugs be brought into his house. When Weil’s girlfriend Belinda encountered the man actively engaged in drug use in their guest bedroom, Weil called 911 and Alton police arrived.

As officers approached his house, Weil came down the porch steps and tried to hand over an open square of paper containing a white powder he’d found in the guestroom, but was repeatedly told to drop it in his unpaved driveway, which he did.

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The Law of the Jungle

It’s bad that your existence in social media is subject to the whims of algorithms. It’s worse that your ability to earn a living off the popularity of your ideas can be eliminated if they don’t conform with the platform’s sensibilities. But when your livelihood is selling goods, and depends on the kindness of the 800 lb. (or$175 billion) gorilla in the online marketplace, Amazon, what is there to do when things go wrong?

As Amazon has escalated its war on fake reviews, sellers have realized that the most effective tactic is not buying them for yourself, but buying them for your competitors — the more obviously fraudulent the better. A handful of glowing testimonials, preferably in broken English about unrelated products and written by a known review purveyor on Fiverr, can not only take out a competitor and allow you to move up a slot in Amazon’s search results, it can land your rival in the bewildering morass of Amazon’s suspension system.

The “law” of Amazon is its terms of service. But writing law is hard. Executing it is even harder. Of course, Amazon isn’t a nation state in reality, but just a private corporation running a platform where billions of dollars can be made. Or lost. While we obsess over the inadequacy of the legal system to address all the nastiness mankind can conceive in the real legal system, the “law” in the Nation of Amazon not only flies under our radar, but remains largely a black box of algorithms, mindless application of pseudo-rules and pre-written responses that outsourced workers in India send when your company’s, your dozen employees’, lives are on the line. Continue reading

Twitter Rules, Blawgs Drool

Want to know how clueless I am? When twitter came onto the scene, I scoffed. Back in 2008, the blawgosphere was in full swing, vibrant and, for the most part, pretty darn thoughtful. Posts were a fraction of the length of a law review article, informal and, for the most part, sound. Sure, there were some bad actors in the blawgosphere, and some less-than-good actors, but at least there was good stuff to balance it out.

But I was wrong, and twitter became a thing. I refused to accept this for a while, and even now refuse to discuss my blawg posts on twitter, as twits are transitory and thus fail to contribute to the discussion here. It doesn’t stop anyone from commenting about a post on twitter, but I won’t engage with it. One law student chastised me for it, impugning my motives because she demanded I do things her way. Aren’t law students adorable?

Today, however, my posts are too long and require too much effort, and they aren’t read by enough people to make a difference. David French explains why. Continue reading