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some personal thoughts about Jian Ghomeshi, #jianghomeshi, and presumptions of innocence

When I was nine, Jian Ghomeshi was the first boy who ever kissed me.

That used to be the start of a super-cute story about my life-long love affair with the CBC and Canadian culture, and thanks to the events of last week it now sounds like a headline in the Toronto Star.

And it is a cute story, by the way. I was nine and my friends and I had gone with someone’s mom to see Moxy Früvous play outside in the amphitheatre at the National Gallery in Ottawa. It was a summer day and a great show, and afterwards we got our tapes (the pre-Bargainville self-titled debut tape) signed and our pictures taken, and the guys hugged us and Jian kissed me on the cheek. A happy day.

I had that picture for years. I don’t have that picture anymore.

Since then, I have followed Jian’s career (as well as Mike Ford’s, and Dave Matheson’s, and Murray Foster’s): I read all the Globe and Mail essays, listened to the solo tracks, watched the segments on The Hour, watched Play, and listened, avidly, to Q. And it was when Jian got to Q that I, like so many others, celebrated: his talent seemed to have finally stuck the landing. I was — still am — a devoted listener to the program.

When I was in grad school in Fredericton and Q came to town to cover the East Coast Music Awards, my friends and I waited in the cold to get into the Playhouse and watch him record the show. Joel Plaskett was there, and Wintersleep I think, and the whole thing was perfect; afterwards, we waited around to have our photo taken with him, and were generally star-struck (too star-struck to tell him the story about when I was nine, which I really regretted).

I had that picture for years, too. I don’t have that picture anymore.

Right up until Sunday afternoon, I would have described myself as a Jian Ghomeshi super fan. But as soon as the CBC broke the news, even before Jian’s Facebook post, I knew. I knew in the way you know you’ve just failed an exam, in the pit of your stomach, far below reason and sense. In the guts. In the viscera. I knew.

As a minor league book blogger, I am so tangentially related to Canadian arts and culture as to be a fruit fly in the bowl in the green room at the Giller Prize Gala, but even I had heard the rumours. That he was a bit of a sleaze, a bit of a womanizer. But then, I rationalized to myself, what media guy isn’t? I had never heard anything of the magnitude that has emerged in the last few days, but I’m struck by feeling complicit in the abuse of god-knows how many women.

That’s a bit insane. But then, is it? Jian Ghomeshi is incredibly talented — one of the most gifted interviewers in Canada, surely — and his status protected him from so much. But not just his status: his image. His image as a Good Guy. Because he goes on Q and says the right things about feminism and promotes female artists and says all the good, progressive things and we think, “He’s a Good Guy. He’s an ally. He’s one of us.” And because our image of what it means to be a good guy and an ally doesn’t include predation, sexual violence, and trauma.

Except guess what? It should. Guys who rape and strike and ignore withdrawn consent don’t wear the mark of Cain. They’re all around us: in our classrooms and our faculty meetings, on the bus and at the Starbucks, in the grocery store and at the movies. They are people who, in other facets of our lives, we call Good Guys. When we try to tell ourselves that these acts can only be perpetrated by monsters, we tell ourselves a comforting fiction.

Jian Ghomeshi is a Good Guy in Canadian arts and culture. Jian Ghomeshi is a violent predator. There is evidence in support of both these claims. These claims can both be true. And the reality is that we all just have to be uncomfortable with this; we can’t make these women’s claims disappear and we can’t erase Jian’s contributions to our cultural lives. And god, does it ever suck to not be able to square the circle.

I feel betrayed. Disappointed. Let down.

I feel desperately naive.

I feel foolish.

I feel like part of the problem.

The reality is (and this is also the tragedy) that Jian will be fine. Just like Sean Penn is fine and Woody Allen is fine and Roman Polanski is fine. And people will always say, “Well, we don’t know what happens behind closed doors.” And people will always say, “Why didn’t they go to the police?” And people will always say, “She’s just trying to get her fifteen minutes.”

And there will always be a group of people who hate women so much that it makes more sense to them that eight (or more) women would collude on a story of sexual violence for literally no benefit or gain — ladies, remember that time we all promised to bring down Jian Ghomeshi because reasons — than that one guy whose folk rock sounds they grooved to in the mid-nineties is also a violent sexual predator.

But we can choose not to be those people. We can choose to look at the facts and say, “It is reasonable to believe the women.” We can extend the presumption of innocence to alleged victims that we do to alleged perpetrators.

Some advice to Jian, in the words of Früvous:

Look straight at the coming disaster,
Realize what you’ve lost.
You keep handin’ out horseshoes,
Horseshoes have gotta be tossed.

#summerofwriting: It’s All Over

(And it only took me to the end of October to remember to post.)

This summer has been completely insane. I actually managed to meet all my most important goals. I finished the collaborative book chapter early in the summer, wrote and revised another chapter mid-summer, and just recently finished a chapter for a third book project — and revisions for that one just came through and are pending.

Oh, yeah. And. Uh. I finished the book. It’s en route to peer review as we speak, and so far no one at the publisher has recoiled in horror, so that’s a pretty good plus I think.

All that’s left on my plate are the CFPs for this year’s Congress which are due soon. Very soon.

But once those are finished (tomorrow? later today?) the #summerofwriting will really be over. I have accomplished a lot this summer, and I’m proud of that. But. But. Whooo doggie, the cost. I am so far behind at everything at work (I had to grade all night last night, because I am the worst… ever…) and it’s hard to see when it will all be righted again. And I’m very tired.

When these things all start to emerge as real publications, this will all feel like it was worth it, right? Right?!

I’m so tired.

#summerofwriting Week… 12?: Bad Blogger, Good Writer

Hello. Hello! I know I am the worst at remembering to blog. But for once, I wasn’t avoiding blogging because I felt guilty about not writing. I was… wait for it… actually writing. Actually, actually writing.

Here were the original goals for the summer:

  1. Finish the book manuscript.
  2. Write a promised book chapter.
  3. Write two conference papers.
  4. Blog for Book Riot weekly.
  5. Submit to relevant CFPs that cross my path over the summer.
  6. Complete the research for an additional book chapter.

And here’s where I’m at:

  1. DONE. That’s right: as of 2 o’clock this morning, my first draft is done. I now have four weeks until the deadline to revise the manuscript. It’s 60, 945 words. I love it like a child I birthed.
  2. DONE. It even is kind of not terrible, I think.
  3. DONE. And now, delivered. Congress was amazing this year; indeed, I think it really lit the fire under me. I want back in to the research world and I really don’t mind filling all my spare time with work to do it. I never thought, after the burnout I felt finishing the PhD, that I would say that. Four years later, here we are.
  4. This one I did not do. Instead, I made the (I think very adult) decision to take a Book Riot leave of absence for the summer while I attended to the book. I did blog a little about BEA, and I have kept up at Graphixia.
  5. I haven’t done this. Instead, I’m planning to suck up all my fears and put together two papers this fall term to send out to journals. (I am nauseated just thinking about it.)
  6. I bought the books for this project. Does that count?

All in all, I feel pretty good about how things are going with this #summerofwriting. Oh, and did I mention that the book is drafted? THE BOOK IS DRAFTED.

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#summerofwriting, End of Week 2: Not bad. Not bad at all.

This week, I wrote a lot.

In fact, I wrote my two papers for Congress (and their attendant Keynote presentations); at 3000-odd words each, that’s 6000 words of productive academic prose this week. Finally covering some ground!

I also blogged this and this and this and this.

I’m away for the next two week, first at Congress and then in New York City for Book Expo America, so I don’t anticipate a lot of writing time. But I have packed an absolutely massive stack of articles to dig into so that I can start thinking about the next project in line: a book chapter due the first week of August.

And then. Of course. There’s the book.

But I’ll get there. Slooooooooooooooooooooowly.

You know. If I don’t get distracted by…

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#summerofwriting, End of Week 1: Slow Start, Not No Start

I really want to post about ALL THE WRITING I did this week, but I can’t. Because I got distracted.

  1. First, I jumped head-first into a proposal for a new project at work. I don’t regret this, because I think it’s a really good project, but still — that was, all in, about 2000 non-writing-related words I committed to paper. But I’ve done all I can reasonably do on it until some other wheels start to move (keep your fingers crossed for me as it’s a really good idea!), so I’m trying to put it to the back of my mind.
  2. Meetings. Many meetings. Too many meetings. My brain went to a lot of meetings.
  3. Reference letter season! Hundreds of words on reference letters. I want you all to succeed, darling students, but damn.
  4. Then, we decided we’d plan to rent a cottage somewhere for a week in August. Did you know that researching cottages is Way. More. Fun. than writing conference papers or my book? I have looked at dozens and dozens of cottages. (Speaking of which, if you have a lead on a  small and cozy Sunshine Coast / Bowen Island cottage that is overlooking the water, is cat-friendly, and has reliable wifi, for god sakes let me know in the comments, would you?)

But the whole point of blogging is accountability, right? And next week is a whole new week that I haven’t completely wasted yet. To be fair, I didn’t completely waste this one (I did well on the blogging front, submitting two posts to Book Riot and one to Food Riot, and I did write 600 words for one of my conference papers), but I do have to get my head in the game, pronto.

Me in week 2. Honest.

Me in week 2. Honest.

#summerofwriting Day 1: Zombie Blogging (Again)

I seem to only resurrect this blog when I need public accountability about my writing, and then I hide from it the rest of the time… Hmm…

So today is May 1, and that’s the launch of my #summerofwriting. This is the first summer in a while that I’m not leading a field school to Wales, so I want to take full advantage of it. I’m trying to refocus myself from the phenomenal amount of energy I spend on pedagogy and service during the fall and winter semesters to really focus on my academic writing for the four months of summer.  That’s the goal, anyway.

Actually, the goals are more concrete than that:

  1. Finish the book manuscript.
  2. Write a promised book chapter.
  3. Write two conference papers.
  4. Blog for Book Riot weekly.
  5. Submit to relevant CFPs that cross my path over the summer.
  6. Complete the research for an additional book chapter.

Which is a lot, I know. But I’ve broken it into weekly goals:

  • 5000 words of academic writing / week.
  • 1000 words of blogging / week.
  • Check UPenn for CFPs once / week.

At the start of this term, I’m looking at having already written about 23,000 of the 60,000 words I need to complete my manuscript draft (that’s 23,000 of completed prose; I’m not counting notes, etc. in this total). So I have a long way to go and some other projects to get in my way. But the commitment is the hardest part, or has been for the last few years.

Today, I reread Understanding Comics by Scott McCloud (for my CACLALS paper) and made a few pages of notes.

#AcWriMo Day 29: A Teeny Weenie Update to the Word Count

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15,563/25,000

Just 844 words — an article review I had promised to do for today.  Baby steps, babies.  Baby steps.

So, you know, I only have to write 10,000 words tomorrow to meet my goal. Hahahahaahahaaha.

But!  Guess what I realized?  My first goal?  To write 500 words per day?  That one I met!  Even if I wrote nothing tomorrow (and I have a good writing day planned, so I don’t anticipate I will write nothing tomorrow), I have written 518 words, on average, every day of November. That’s AWESOME.  Compared to where I though I was when November started?  Yeah, I’m smugly self-satisfied, goshdarnit.

#AcWriMo Day 24: Spider-Man Snuggies and Other Tales

#AcWriMo
14,719/25,000

I’ve had a really good day, just me and my MacBook and my Spider-Man snuggie. This is what grown up people look like when they work, right?  And though I’ve had two good days — maybe because I’ve had two good days — I’m flipping tired, man. This is what I have to say about my work right now:

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Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh my god wake me up when November ends.

(Funny story: every October 1 I delight myself by wondering aloud, “Did anyone remember to wake up the guy from Green Day?”)

I don’t think I will get a lot of writing done this week — I have a lot of assignments to mark and return before classes end on Friday — so I needed a productive day. (There’s basically no chance of my meeting my #AcWriMo goal.  I’m okay with it.) And it was a good day. Today’s work:

  • 3008 words on the book.  BOOYAH.  EAT IT, BOOK.
  • 437 words in response to another CFP.  I might need an intervention staged ASAP.

Now. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to treat myself to decorating our apartment for Christmas. Because we’re one month to Christmas Eve, baby!

#AcWriMo Day 23: Some Writing and Some Not-So-Writing

#AcWriMo
11,274/25,000

How do other people manage the grading bonanza that is November alongside #AcWriMo?  Cuz I think I’m failing!  There has been writing in these here hills, but not enough of it, really.

So there’s been:

  • 571 words to a CFP that looked so amazing I couldn’t pass it up, even though I haha so do not have time for more CFPs.
  • 1303 on a shot in the dark sorta kinda thing.
  • 2467 on the book.

So my original #AcWriMo goal would, it appears, be a little pipe-dreamy.  But one has to try.  And really, this process has taught me that I need to move the book to the front of my mind, which means I need to keep a word count goal around — something a lot more reasonable — once #AcWriMo wraps.  I think 10,000 words / month on the book is a reasonable goal to hold myself to — that’s 2,500 each weekend even if that’s all I get to, which fits the pattern I’ve been on so far.

Someday I might blog about something other than the book…

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#AcWriMo Day 11: 561 Uphill Words

#AcWriMo
6,933/25,000

 

A short post, today, just really to update the word count.  I hit my goal, but only barely, and am now very sleepy.

Me, today.

 

 

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