Sunday, July 15, 2012

Notes on Episode 5


 

The Scene between Sookie and Alcide

by Carissa House-Dunphy
True Blood's opening scene of episode five: "Let's Boot and Rally," disturbed me. Episode four ended with Sookie, who admits to being really drunk, kissing Alcide and straddling his lap. At the beginning of episode five, they are still kissing all hot and heavy when Alcide picks Sookie up and carries her to her bedroom. Sookie helps him remove his shirt before sinking to her knees, and Alcide removes his belt, lustily tells Sookie that he's "waited so long for this," and then watches Sookie puke all over his shoes. Eric and Bill show up, and hilarity ensues.
Let me begin by saying that I do not believe in any way that the writers, directors, or creator of True Blood had any intention of depicting sexual assault. I don’t believe that there were any intentionally bad messages in the scene, simply irresponsible ones. While I’ve never been a big fan of Alcide’s character, let me assure you that I would have been just as upset if this scene had occurred between any other two characters on any television show, movie, book, or magazine. The reason it upset me so much in this scene is because True Blood has intentionally created a “good guy” persona for Alcide, and then put him in this scene. If you’re going to portray Alcide as a “good guy” who’s “good for Sookie,” have him ask her explicitly if she’s sure she wants to have sex with him while she’s this drunk or even have him talk her into waiting until she’s sober enough to make the decision. If you’re going to write a scene in which a male character is content to try to take advantage of a woman when she’s drunk, your character can no longer be promoted as “the good guy.”

The larger reason this upsets me so much is because the issue that it touches on is entirely too large to be ignored or trivialized in any way. One out of four women will be victims of sexual assault at some time in their lives (RAINN: Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network 2009). Sexual assault is a difficult crime to document and measure, because studies estimate that fifty-four percent of sexual assaults go unreported (RAINN: Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network 2009). While the myth of “stranger rape” is still widely disseminated among the American public, statistics also show that seventy-four percent of sexual assaults occur between a victim and someone the victim knows: an intimate partner, a family member, a friend, a neighbor, or any other acquaintance (Crisis Connection 2012). These rapes, the most common form, can be defined as date rape.  Date rape is the “rape of a woman by a man with whom she is acquainted. The rapist is usually the woman's ‘date‘” (MedicineNet.com 2012).  Usually, but not always.  Those most at risk of becoming victims of date rape are women between the ages of eighteen to twenty-four, which isn’t to imply that date rape doesn’t happen to older or younger women, because it does, or that it doesn’t happen to men, because it does (SexAssault.ca 2012). I included this statistic because it directly correlates with a segment of True Blood’s target demographic and highest percentage of viewers: women between the ages of eighteen to forty-nine.  In other words, True Blood is watched most often by those most in need of protection from sexual assault, which can be promoted by our cultural media by portraying only positive images of sexual consent.

The definition of consent has also recently been widely debated, but a few criteria are pretty much accepted without question: consent is active, not passive; consent must be freely given, it cannot be coerced; consent should be enthusiastically expressed, it cannot be given hesitantly, and most importantly in this context, consent cannot be given by someone who isn’t capable of giving consent, such as a person who is severely mentally handicapped or unconscious. I argue that consent cannot be given by someone who is too drunk to know what they are doing, which is of course going to inspire the question, “How is one supposed to know if their partner is too drunk to give consent? Are we supposed to carry a breathalyzer out on dates with us?” My answer to this should effectively end any confusion in this area: if you’re in doubt, men, stop.  If you don’t know if she’s “too drunk” to legally consent to having sex with you, don’t proceed. You shouldn’t want to have sex with any woman if you’re unsure whether or not she’s expressing true consent. Despite ages of belief in the myth that men are less able to stop a sexual encounter once it’s begun, men are equally capable and should be held accountable when they fail to do so. And I say “men” because ninety-eight percent of sexual assaults are perpetrated by men, and most often against women (Truth About Rape 2012).

Now I’m not saying that True Blood has been consistently responsible in their portrayal of sexual relationships. The image of Jason in the very first episode, having sex with Maudette Pickens while she was suspended from the ceiling, and subsequently choking her during sex until he thought he killed her was worrisome and, in my opinion, a harmful and irresponsible sex scene, but Jason wasn't really the good guy back then, was he? Jason's only begun to understand these things about himself in season five. True Blood has been very conscious of hot-button issues throughout the show’s run and have been careful to address those issues responsibly: they’ve effectively introduced the more inane and prejudicial justifications for condemning homosexuality and opposing same-sex marriage; they’ve touched on issues of racism and, specifically, racial profiling; they’ve explored some of the ill effects that organized religion has on our nation and our government; they were even abundantly responsible in a scene that included dog fighting, for which I highly commended them. Because of this, I don’t believe that no one over at True Blood knows anything about the prevalence of date rape, and I don’t believe that the decades-long argument that drunken consent should never be considered legal consent has somehow passed by all of these socially-conscious people responsible for what is portrayed on-screen during the show.  And what was portrayed was Alcide believing that it was totally okay to have sex with Sookie while she was so drunk that she eventually threw up on his shoes.

Scholars have long argued that our cultural media has a great effect on our perceptions. We don’t learn everything about right or wrong from our parents, our churches, or our schools; we also learn lessons about what is right or wrong, socially acceptable or socially unacceptable, from the images we see on television, read in books, watch in movies, or hear in the lyrics of songs.  No one would argue that the extremely misogynistic lyrics in popular music from the past twenty years have had no effect on gender relations or a negative perception of women. How can you not then argue that this scene also has a negative effect because it contributes to the normalization of sex without true consent when it portrays a “good guy” character wanting to have sex with a woman who’s too drunk to speak rationally and who can barely stand (she sank to her knees when he stood her on her feet), and is in fact so drunk that the questionable sexual encounter only ends when the heroine proves so drunk that she vomits?

The most infuriating aspect, to me, is that this scene could have been a responsible portrayal of sexual consent and contributed to the popularity of Alcide’s character by changing only one line.
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 The script probably went something like this:

Sookie sinks to her knees while Alcide removes his belt.

Alcide: I’ve waited so long for this.

Sookie: Alcide…(bends over and throws up on Alcide’s shoes).

Eric (off-screen): Alcide…

Flash to Eric and Bill standing in the doorway to Sookie’s bedroom.

Eric: (tauntingly: …you sure know how to treat a lady.
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Now imagine the scene scripted this way:

Sookie sinks to her knees while Alcide removes his belt.

Alcide: You’re really drunk. Are you sure you’re up to this?

Sookie: Alcide…(bends over and throws up on Alcide’s shoes).

Eric (off-screen): Alcide…

Flash to Eric and Bill standing in the doorway to Sookie’s bedroom.

Eric: (tauntingly): …you sure know how to treat a lady.
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The scene would’ve still been funny because of the interruption by Eric and Bill.  We would’ve still understood that Alcide really wanted Sookie (which is what his deleted line “I’ve waited so long for this,” was supposed to get across to us, because of course we don’t understand that a sober Alcide is excited, breathing hard, and taking off his belt in Sookie’s bedroom because he really wants to have sex with her). But changing that one line creates a positive image of what consent looks like, while the other does the opposite. The second script normalizes what a man should do before having sex and the first is an perfect example of what a man should not do. Female viewers should be upset by this because of the implication that it isn’t real rape if a man has sex with you when you are too impaired to make a rational decision if you were kissing him before.  Male viewers should be upset because of the larger implication that a good man is incapable of and is not accountable for not stopping a questionable sexual encounter and in fact should be more than willing to have sex when consent is debatable, because the real “good guys” know that this is not true. Fans of Joe Manganiello and Alcide’s character should be upset because the integrity of a character they had previously enjoyed and been led to believe was a good guy has been destroyed.  Fans of True Blood should demand that the issue be addressed, because I adamantly believe that our cultural media has a responsibility to address the issue of sexual assault in a way that does not contribute to a culture that accepts it.

For more information on sexual assault, please visit the Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network at rainn.org.  If you or a loved one has been the victim of sexual assault, please call The National Sexual Assault Hotline at 1-800-656-HOPE.
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For more readings on this subject, please see:



“People don’t think that women are supposed to enjoy sex, and be enthusiastic about it when it occurs. And they expect men to lack the most basic empathy for other human beings when it comes to sexuality.”
“...turn our focus to the actions of someone who presses on with sex while knowing that the other person is sufficiently drunk that their consent may be unclear, or that they themselves are sufficiently drunk that they may miss often-implicit signals of non-consent.”
“A person who is intoxicated cannot legally give consent. If you’re too drunk to make decisions and communicate with your partner, you’re too drunk to consent.”
“seventy-seven percent of rapes are committed by “non-strangers” or people whom the victims know; a woman is four times more likely to be raped by someone she knows than by a stranger”
Men don't physically need to have sex after becoming aroused any more than women do. Moreover, men are still able to control themselves even after becoming sexually excited.
http://www.smartersex.org/date_rape/facts_myths.asp

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References:


Crisis Connection. 2012. http://www.crisisconnectioninc.org/sexualassault/rapestatistics.htm (accessed July 15, 2012).

MedicineNet.com. 2012. http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=12523 (accessed July 15, 2012).

RAINN: Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network. 2009. http://www.rainn.org/get-information/statistics/reporting-rates (accessed July 15, 2012).

SexAssault.ca. 2012. http://www.sexassault.ca/statistics.htm (accessed July 15, 2012).

Truth About Rape. 2012. http://www.truthaboutrape.co.uk/4598.html (accessed July 15, 2012).

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Maker's Day

In honor of Maker's Day, we're honoring the "Maker" of us all...Charlaine Harris!


THANK YOU!


How We Deal with How Much "Waiting Sucks"


I watch True Blood with a few members of my family, who have formed a group that we call Our True Blood Fan Club. Well, my sister and I call us that. My brother and brother-in-law call us Obsessed and Sometimes Crazy. My older sister, Missie, is my co-conspirator and co-Trubie in Charge. Her husband, my brother-in-law, David, also loves the show but thinks that Missie and I are definitely nuts. He’s staunchly Team Bill in contrast to our firm Team Eric status, which aggravates us but we’ll concede (we guess) that it provides a good source of debate. Our little brother, Brandon, is only truly interested in the copious amounts of naked women and liberal depictions of sex. His most prolific critique of any episode went something like, “They need more naked women and less naked men butts.” He’s Team Sookie, Team Jessica, and Team Any Naked Woman on the Screen. He could care less who Sookie ends up with as long as she’s naked when she does so.  My mother, who refuses to be a part of the pictures we take, the videos we shoot, or in-depth discussions, says she worries often about my sister and me. She fears we’ll end up in a mental hospital someday, babbling about Eric Northman as if he were an actual presence in our lives instead of a fictional character. She’s convinced that someday, we’ll eventually stop separating reality from fantasy and end up in a mental hospital talking to a psychiatrist about our vampire boyfriend named Eric who "damn it, is REAL!" We all look forward to each season, though, and Missie and I go to all kinds of extremes to deal with how much “waiting sucks!”

The Phases of Waiting Sucks

Phase 1: Denial (The day after a finale until approximately mid-September)

On the night of the finale, we are too keyed up and full of discussion to absorb the cold, hard fact that we are about to enter the longest and most trying phase of the year. By the next morning, after we’ve woken up to yet another fangover, one of us calls the other within the hour to further discuss the finale as if we didn’t dissect it in detail the night before, because we are totally in denial.

We just pretend it isn’t over. Are you starting to understand why my mom fears that we will someday leave reality altogether? We continue to discuss every moment of the season just as we did before it ended. During the True Blood season, we video our responses for our blog. So to keep the momentum going, the first thing I do to keep us from sinking into a True Depression is make a compilation of my favorite video moments of us for the season, like this one:



Those videos take me about four or five days to make, so I’m pretty absorbed while Missie waits anxiously to see it and laugh. We watch it together, giggling about how wrong our predictions were, how vehemently we argued our Team Eric stance, and how very, very seriously we took each line, each scene, each facial expression that the characters made throughout the season and what each of those things may possibly mean for the future seasons.

Next, we go back and watch the full videos on our blog. We laugh at ourselves and discuss the finer points of our discussions, and then we discuss why that what was we chose to discuss. We try occasionally to discuss other shows, other books, other movies, as if anything is going to hold our interest and excite us as much as True Blood does. All this time, we are still refusing to admit that we’re going to have to face reality and find something else to do for many, many long months.

Phase 2: Grief (around mid-September through mid-April)

The second phase comes after a few sucky Sundays sans Eric, sans Sookie, and sans Bon Temps.  We grudgingly admit that it’s over and that we’re going to have to move on with our lives. My sister goes back to being a wife and now a mother. I go back to school and work once summer is over. We try to continue our half-hearted discussions, but we’ve exhausted every subject imaginable. We’ve called each other earlier than either of us wakes up to discuss a dream we had about Bon Temps. We check True Blood’s Twitter page, their Facebook page, and the official page on HBO’s site as if we’ll somehow find something new there. We watch YouTube tribute videos, fan-made promos, and clips from our now lost season. We find other fans who share our melancholy and lament about how long the period between seasons feels. We insist wholeheartedly and in all sincerity, once again, that True Blood should have two seasons per year. And each year, this suggestion is ignored. We move on eventually, but we are shells of our Trubie selves. And then we join the rest of the fans in True Blood withdrawal and wait. And wait. And wait some more. And believe me, it really does suck.

Phase 3: It Builds (sometime in April through mid-May)

At the beginning of May, the new Sookie Stackhouse Novel by Charlaine Harris is released. We’ve been so long without a scrap of Sookie, Eric, and the whole Bon Temps crew that we pre-order the book a month early. The first couple of chapters begin to be posted online, and we swear we won’t read them because we want to wait for the book, and every year we cheat and read them anyway. Once we ‘fess up and admit we’ve seen them, we can discuss that one or two chapters as if we’ve been given a whole new world of information. We come up with wild speculations predictions for the whole book based on that twenty-or-so pages.  We look up Charlaine Harris’s interviews and listen to them online.

And then the book arrives.

We are in heaven for several days. I read it in one night and wait on my sister to finish it the night after. We talk for days afterward about every quote, every character, and what we’d love to see translated onto the screen during True Blood.  We read every review and discuss, discuss, discuss them. Like an addict falling off the wagon, we are suddenly entrenched once again. The waiting is becoming agony!

Phase 4: Promo Crazed (mid-May until the premiere)

Sometime in May we start getting the promos. My sister and I get together every Sunday to see them on HBO, use the pause button to watch them over and over again frame-by-frame, and begin again the wild speculations predictions for the new season. Oh, you producers at HBO, how you have baffled and confused us! We have guessed everything from Sookie’s fairy kin being the original were-panthers to all the reasons we were sure Sam would eventually kill Joe Lee. Recording our predictions means I can go back later and shake my head at how very far out you’ve led us, HBO. If we do end up in extensive therapy, HBO, we expect you to take at least partial responsibility.

Once the promos are going, we get active in the Facebook groups, Twitter, and the online fan sites. We talk extensively with people we don’t really know about the upcoming season, and our mutual love of the show bonds us in Trubie kinship. Besides, we’re dying for the new season, and misery loves company. The excitement is reaching fever-pitch, and we are truly certifiable.

Phase 5: Six Day Lunacy (from the premiere to the finale)

“Wait,” you’re probably thinking. “Doesn’t the whole ‘Waiting Sucks’ thing end once the show comes on?” Something only genuine Trubies know is that this isn’t the case at all. We sit on the edge of our seats during the episodes, as keyed up as Andy Bellefleur on V. We practically hold our breath so we can hear every little thing. If Eric walks up behind Sookie in the woods before he commences to co-star in the GREATEST SCENE EVER, we want to know about it the second a twig breaks. We’ve waited anxiously to see our predictions play out and seen each of them disproven. We’ve found a hundred more moments to discuss. We have a million new questions unanswered. And then every episode ends with those blasted cliffhangers. Some of those final moments have left us utterly speechless (and as our husbands and brother can tell you, that’s not an easy thing to do).


As soon as the episode is over, we film ourselves trying to discuss that episode, but instead we start speculating about the next episode and the rest of the season. The cliffhangers and “coming up on True Blood” clips have led us astray yet again. We’ve been sure that Bill, Eric, Lafayette, and at least a dozen other characters would die before the end of the season. We’ve been left with kidnapped main characters, men we thought we knew who morphed into dogs and then back to men, even a head-twisting finale that shut us up for a good five minutes. We haven’t even processed the current episode before we’re anticipating the next one. And then we wait SIX WHOLE DAYS, complaining the whole time as if we didn’t just spend nine months in even worse agony.

Conclusion

As much as we whine and complain, we’ve decided that waiting should suck. It’s part of the fun of the show. It’s what made attending The Ultimate Fan Experience, discovering the issue of Rolling Stone covered with Sookie, Bill, and Eric all naked and bloody, and buying each set of season DVDs so we could relive them with fellow fans so thrilling, because we were dying for every drop we could get. True Blood gets our hearts pumping, our brains working, and it makes twelve weeks of our lives the most exciting weeks ever. The only thing that rivals that is the excitement leading up to the show.

So to adapt a Season 5 quote from our favorite rascally king, Russell Edgington, “We want to wait on True Blood because we like it!”