The blunt power of the gatekeeper is the ability to enforce not just artistic, but also financial, exile.
When the Harvey Weinstein story broke, I thought of something my mother told me when I was a little girl. She said: To be a free woman, you have to be a financially independent woman.
Consent is a function of power. You have to have a modicum of power to give it.
This is so true!! And for the first time in my life since graduating from college I am not.
I managed to survive in NYC for 24 years, entirely independent & unsubsidized by family or romantic relationships, with a BFA from art school.¹
And now, in Portland?
Shame, guilt, uncertainty. Also anger. Increasingly, pure, unadulterated anger. Bitterness and then the shame. You’re not “supposed” to feel bitter, because bitter is just around the corner from the sad kind of victim.
Pffft… Well, probably best I stop here – I have a digital design task to attend this morning – but that was a good read.
¹ I’d returned from my senior year abroad in Rome and six weeks later I was living with him in a derelict, bug and rodent infested apartment in the shitty outskirts of Hoboken, NJ. He was not “support”. If anything he was a liability, a 6’5″ infant raised & coddled upper middle class.
Not only did I have to request a portion of his weekly paycheck to put aside for rent, so we’d have it & not get threatened with eviction notices all the time, but I had to then hide the money I’d collected. That’s just one example, but it says all anyone would need to know about his capabilities.