If her point were that sex scandals reveal how social attitudes about sex are used to control what sorts of relationships people think to create for themselves, I would be on board completely. But she is claiming that sex scandals are at root about erotophobia, the fear of sexuality because of its alleged ickiness. And that just seems flat-out wrong. First of all, prostitution may not even be a primarily a sexual matter, anymore than pornography is about sexuality -- they are both expressions of power and control through sexual means, with the sexual overtones serving only to make the thrills of power seem more salient.
And people are not scandalized by Spitzer's having sex. If anything, they are excited and titillated by the sex in the story. Sex scandals make good press because people love having an excuse to talk about sex in a public forum. If the public is offended by anything, it may be by his breaking the law in a highly hypocritical fashion and spectacularly violating the social contract he entered into by getting married. In the coverage of scandals such as these, sex itself is not made to seem morbid and unnatural, as Berlant argues, but instead it's the rejection of approved forms for intimate relationships -- that one would dare to ignore the strictures of the nuclear family -- that is pathologized. That is where the shame is, not in sexual activity itself. Berlant makes it seem as though the problem is that people aren't having enough sex; but it's the use of sex as a social tool to control the sorts of relations people can have or even consider having.
This is the graf that annoys me particularly:
Nonetheless, I'm just saying, I really like sex. We have no idea what sex would be like in a world that saw it basically as a good. A weird good. A good that can tip you over and make you want to do strange things. A good that can reveal your incoherence, your love of a little disorder, your love of a little control (adjust the dial as you like). A good that can make you happy, for a minute, before the cat starts scratching the corner of the bed, or the phone rings, or the kids mew, or you're hungry and sleepy, or you need another drink or the taxi comes.
That last line could describe a beer or a cigarette or Wii. What about the sexuality that's not conceptualized as a reified product to be maximized quantitatively? What of sex that's not a part of the experience economy -- which is what prostitution is simply the ultimate expression of -- but is instead a lived-in process that has no rigid boundaries, that expresses the curiosity that fuels an active attitude toward life's constructive possibilities, that isn't just something you do to distract yourself from work or everyday hassles?
Anyway, society approves certain modes of sexual expression precisely because the power of sex is so respected. In fact, that power is cultivated -- that's what Foucault seems to be arguing in The History of Sexuality. The power of the sex drive allows it to be an extremely useful tool in structuring social institutions and systems of control. Sexual morality is not an expression of a "fear" of sex; it's a honing of sex's power to dictate the shape of people's lives. And many welcome this -- they are following these scandals carefully not out of horror but out of the satisfaction of seeing sex's cultural power reiterated. To oversimplify a bit, prohibitions make sex more intense and exciting. It reaffirms that we are right to be thinking of sex so much and that it's appropriate that sex appeal is used ubiquitously to sell products.
That's why it's hopelessly utopian and likely counterproductive to wish for a "world that saw [sex] basically as a good. A weird good." It's too powerful an impulse to be ignored in the formation of social institutions. It will always be structured, and therefore regarded instrumentally, not as some end-in-itself, some independent good. For it to be "playful" in the way Berlant yearns for, it must exist within a game with rules. "Who knows what sex could be if people were encouraged to enjoy it as play rather than as a drama," -- but isn't drama a form of play? -- "a genuine test of recognition or tool of unwanted control over selves and others." I don't know, but I'd venture this guess: To wish for a world that left sexuality unstructured socially would be to yearn to see sex stripped of its power and made into a mundane, natural and inevitable, strictly personal process, akin to going to the bathroom. And then it truly would be icky.
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