Sunday, 14 December 2014

Henghomeshi: the Tightest Bond



 

I suppose what this title, above, refers to is the bond between celebrity untouchables and the legal star system.  Just as Jian Ghomeshi’s “star” has been falling, so it seems has his legal representation seen its “star” rising—Marie Henein, “fearless and brilliant” according to so many (e.g. http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/meet-marie-henein-the-fearless-and-brilliant-lawyer-defending-jian-ghomeshi-1.2851592). 

 The ethics, the matter of the trial—quite irrelevant—what’s really important is how the legal system gets to regard itself.  Brethren and sistren leap to her side to aver her abilities; didn’t the same just occur with Jian recently?

As Christie Blatchford reported, Henein, as the Master of Ceremonies at an Ontario Criminal Lawyers Association gala, regaled some 450 lawyers and judges with quips like:

 “As criminal lawyers, we represent people who have committed heinous acts,” she said on Oct. 29. “Acts of violence. Acts of depravity. Acts of cruelty.

“Or, as Jian Ghomeshi likes to call it, foreplay”;

or, referring to her work on the defense of accused sex offender and Nova Scotia premier Gerald Regan with palsy-walsy Eddie Greenspan, she said they had a collegial relationship over many files: “Some collegial, some regulatory, some light BDSM.”

Amongst the gang-pack of lawyer-judges chortling over Henein’s comments that night will almost certainly be the one who will be “judging” the accusations of women against Ghomeshi—is it any wonder women won’t come forward, when the legal system’s most august body, represented by one of its most admired female lawyers, has already joked about their traumas?  You’re being choked to the point of wondering if you’d ever wake up again, and Ontario’s legal establishment is chuckling over cocktails at the bons mots of its most cherished female-positive symbol and your “alleged” plight?

Talk about a Henghomeshi made in heaven.  A celebrity, mixed with a legal star, goes up against just some girl who got picked out by Jian.

Marie Henein has made it plain:  get abused by Jian Ghomeshi—get abused by just about any guy—in Canada, you get off. 

Let’s parse Henein’s statement:

Mr. Ghomeshi will be pleading not guilty.

We will address these allegations fully and directly (note how she echoes Jian’s Facebook statement) in a court room. It is not my (one would have assumed that it wouldn’t have been anyone else’s, but Marie wants to insist on it being hers-“my”) practice to litigate my (once again, Marie wants to insist upon the primacy of herself, the “my”) cases in the media. This one will be no different.

Henein’s choice of words here is instructive; she keeps the focus on herself, and she indicates that trials are typically conducted in the media, but hers won’t be.  It says something about the legal profession that she—and it—think they have to stress that they don’t conduct trials in courts anymore, but rather, “in the media.”  It’s hard to know what she means by not conducting her trials in the media—few 5-year-olds would have imagined they’d be conducted anywhere else—but since she brought it up, she makes it amply clear that, if the opportunity affords itself, she will, indeed, conduct her trial in the media, using her media clients.

We will say whatever we have to say in a court of law.

We will not be making any further media statements, nor will Mr. Ghomeshi be making any further media statements.

Thank you.

Well, even the Blatch is star-struck—in her article (http://fullcomment.nationalpost.com/2014/11/07/christie-blatchford-jian-ghomeshis-lawyers-sexual-violence-jokes-expose-double-standard/) she writes to Henein, but not about anything involving the case—just about perceptions.  The Blatch knows loss of her connections would leave her much, much less time to write about her dogs and get paid for it.

Some national conversation.  We never meant to have it; we never did have it, we never will have it.  Legal stars like Marie Henein will get media celebrities like Jian Ghomeshi off, and we will all go back to getting outraged from time to time.  Also raped.  The Blatch will write about her OWN experiences sometime. 

Back to normal.

--zr

 

Tuesday, 4 November 2014


In Full Damage-Control Mode, CBC Urges: It’s Not Jian Ghomeshi’s Problem—it’s Yours

One of the most shameful things about the Ghomeshi situation is that the CBC, in full damage-control mode, is trying to pretend the story is not really about one of its pampered and lucubrated longtime employees, but rather that Jian, poor Jian, is just a symptom of a much wider societal crisis.  In other words—no-one at CBC is or was responsible for Ghomeshi—he’s just a guy who represents 10s of thousands across the country today.

All this may be.  #beenraped/neverreported is worthwhile looking at—when would it not be?  But conflating it with Ghomeshi to get CBC off the hook for not dealing with a known predator in its midst for years and years is, if anything, reflective of Ghomeshi himself, who conflated in his Facebook post his healthy kink life with vengeful prudes out to get him.

 To distance itself from Ghomeshi, and to shield its managers and executives from being associated with him, the CBC is now going all-out on radio and TV and every platform to panelize to death the issue of sexual violence and “why women won’t come forward.”   It is citing whopping statistics and fairly hauling people off the streets to sit under the bright lights and furrow their brows and express grim chagrin over how the problem that Ghomeshi merely represents (but isn’t, in and of himself, an especially notable example) just seems so persistent.  Some of the CBC’s expert panelists include talk-show hosts (yes, talk-show hosts) or just everyday journalists.  The CBC thinks that a media “insider” has more knowledge and insight to bring to bear than actual experts—this is yet one more example of self-satisfying hubristic conflation:  have a talk show?  Good.  You must be qualified to discuss the issues around non-reporting of sexual assaults. All this panelization, presumably, is to show that the CBC really, really cares about this terrible issue that, sure, did affect some guy it hired and kept promoting for a long time, but that really affects THE WHOLE COUNTRY much more than just that one guy.

This is craven in the extreme.  If the CBC really wanted to address issues of sexual violence, or non-reporting of assaults, or how the legal and judicial systems prevent abused women from coming forward, then it has tremendous resources at its disposal to do just that.  It could get The Passionate Eye onto it.  It could hire a documentarian/commission a documentary.  It could put together an Ideas series.  If CBC hasn’t done such things already, yet is now treating the Ghomeshi story as simply one troubling little symptom of a massive mud-spectred (I draw on Jian’s Facebook page for that one) national malaise, then it obviously wasn’t doing much at all in the past to fulfill its journalistic mandates.

Canada has a fairly robust history of egregious sex criminals—Paul Bernado, Russell Williams, Luca Magnotta.  How many people in B.C. are more than one or two acquaintances away from a woman who was victimized?  Now, I’m not saying that Ghomeshi killed anyone, but where was the CBC on drawing massive social extrapolations from all these earlier cases?  I don’t think it would be difficult for any sentient person not to look at any of these horrific examples and not instantly come up with ways in which to generalize the problem and suggest that the Bernado’s, say, were just symptoms of a much, much more widespread problem.  Karla Homolka, an abused woman, only “came forward” when she got a deal from the justice system.  Perhaps the easiest thing we do, as human beings, is see one example of something and draw a sweeping generalization from it (the legal system is supposed to be about gathering numerous examples, but that doesn’t seem to be working out so well, either).  The CBC, calculatingly, clearly decided: “we’ve gotta make this Ghomeshi thing go away; we’ve gotta make it look like it’s everyone’s problem, not ours.” 

For shame. 

I can’t speak for Mansbridge or Mesley or Tremonti or whoever at the CBC, but as they all dutifully led their panels about non-reporting, I really kind of felt that their hearts weren’t in it and that they’d been ordered by their bosses to do  this  panel   now!  I just said I could be wrong.  Maybe Mesley wrote all her own questions.  Who knows? But there was no urgency in any of the panelistic/CBC interviewing responses—this was Operation Ghomeshi Coverup in full flight.

This story isn’t about the broader story of violence towards women in society.  It is about Ghomeshi.  As I have already said, any statistics aside, if an average guy serially lured women to his home so as to assault them and secretly videotape them, then that guy would do time.  If he wouldn’t, then perhaps any lawyer or judge or cop or academic or actual offender or, fine, talk-show host, could write in to say just how and why not.  This story is about over 9 women who have now come forward about *1* guy, and to pretend there aren't more is Pollyannaish.  Further, to pretend that this egregious case can simply be blended into some sort of general "violence against women" theme can only militate against ameliorating situations for the general populace.  Ghomeshi won't do time.  But his story, and the way CBC has handled it, will make it seem like "oh, yeah, that violence against women stuff--I hear Ghomeshi was into it; worked for him.  His bosses protected him.  No probs." The Pollyannaish theory ought to be that not 1 case of assault is ok, but the CBC is saying that, since it's at least 9 so far, we might as well call it general and not specific and blame "society" instead of an offender.  In this way, the CBC is working against women coming forward.

And yes, I know, any and everything is just “alleged.”  Nothing is proven.  Just alleged.  Got it.  That’s all it is—alleged.

Very, very, very few people go through life and can look back on it and say that they never experienced any unpleasant sexual or sexually exploitative situations.  But Ghomeshi’s case isn’t everyone’s case—it’s a serial case that was enabled and enabled by the CBC; as the Q executive producer who fielded a harassment complaint from a young female member of Ghomeshi’s “team” aptly said, there was no way to pursue anything against Ghomeshi because Ghomeshi’s show was “a f—-ing juggernaut” (http://news.nationalpost.com/2014/10/30/q-journalist-who-alleges-ghomeshi-threatened-to-hate-f-her-says-she-complained-to-boss-in-2010/).  In other words, Ghomeshi was too big to fire, and that gave him carte blanche with young women and made him untouchable by CBC brass.  He knew it, they knew it, and now he’s trying to say he did nothing wrong, and CBC is trying to say it’s everyone’s problem, not theirs.  For shame.

Take the case of Reva Seth, one of Ghomeshi’s late accusers.  She is, or became, a lawyer.  Not a talk-show host, a lawyer.  You might think that someone such as her, a member in good standing in the legal profession, would have a very clear and active desire to support her profession and try to prevent or prosecute the kinds of behaviours of which Ghomeshi now stands accused, and of which she now accuses him.  But she didn’t.  Ghomeshi was too much of a celebrity, one that CBC carefully groomed and nurtured.  If a female lawyer was unwilling to pursue action against him, then who would?  No, this story isn’t about some general societal problem, though if it makes us think about and confront one, good.  If Reva Seth were assaulted by any old Joe Who, I suspect Joe Who wouldn’t have kept seeing his star rise, as Jian’s did.

An awful lot of CBC people must have held their noses around Jian, and one understands that the public broadcaster was desperate to have a popular show of any kind, even if that never really was its chief mandate.  But an awful lot of people at CBC have an awful lot to answer for, and as a supporter of public broadcasting, I am disgusted and ashamed by CBC’s attempts to pretend the Ghomeshi story was a national societal one, and not one that involved one of its most attentively preened employees.

Or, put another way, if the CBC really wants to get to the bottom of why women don’t report assaults, then the first place it could start interviewing would be in its own boardrooms and executive suites.  Then it could “Go Public” or “Go (and talk to the) Public” and do the kind of journalism for which it has historically been honoured.

--zr

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

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50 Shades of Jian Ghomeshi: Parsing Jian’s Infinite Self-Regard

 (The first five paragraphs are basically about this blog and the provenance of this post/blog, so scroll right down to the sixth paragraph if you don’t really care to read about me and so on but rather about Jian’s self defense.  Jian’s words, naturally, are in BOLD.)

 Well, today Jian seems to have made me do something I said I’d never do again, write a post about his show.  Or used-to-be show, I guess.  I wrote a post about Q in late 2011, and then another in 2012.  At that time, I said I was done with commenting on the show, and I was, except that, eventually, in late 2013, I did write a post in which I responded to a few of the most common criticisms I received over my two posts.  If you look at my blog, you see that, essentially, I just let people comment and generally don’t answer back.  If people want to say something, they can, and unless the content is outright unacceptable (e.g. “lemon meringue causes blindness”), I let it stand, expletives and all.  I think I’ve only ever deleted one comment, after a pause and for a reason similar to that suggested by the example just given above.

I probably wrote that 2013 response because, yes, my posts about Q surely caused more clicks to my blog than anything else I’ve ever written.  I guess Jian is about the only “celebrity” I’ve ever written about, and I guess if I wanted more clicks, I’d surely write about a few more.  Something that surprised me about the responses I got was just how many I got that agreed with me.  I mean, when I google, I’m generally googling for something or someone that I *like*.  Maybe I’m weird that way.  I’ve sure never googled “Rush Limbaugh,” say, or even “Jian Ghomeshi.” Further, when you want to comment, I don’t think you always want to comment when you see something you agree with; rather, you jump in to comment on something you’re against or want to talk back to.   Therefore, I’m struck that so many people wrote in to *support* what I was saying—or, perhaps, as time went on, and more accurately, to posts others, not me, had made and that I had not moderated or responded to.  However one looks at it, it is heartening to see that, yes, so many people do care so passionately about the CBC.

When my dad told me on Sunday afternoon that Jian had been shown the door, I must say I was very surprised.  I was so surprised that I did something I’ve never done before, visit Jian’s Facebook page--to see his self-defense, like the one he mounted each day on his show when he read letters and got back at people who criticized him (but who couldn’t, obviously, respond in turn themselves.  And no, no, I have not ever written in to or phoned into his show).   Even such a tiny nano-instant of my visiting his Facebook page (or clearly this post itself), constitute micro-indications that Jian’s fame and fortune will only grow as a result of his firing.  I doubt he would have posted his “I’m not guilty” plea if he didn’t intuitively grasp as much.

In my two critical posts, I gestured towards issues of Jian’s sexuality, but if you read the posts, I think you’ll see that I didn’t make a big deal of it (whatever you think, you’re free to comment and I won’t take down negative or attacking posts, as is the custom of this blog).  Public figures must deal with private issues, such as those involving sexuality, in a way that most of us don’t have to.  I don’t say “ways,” because that would be to suggest that every single person, regardless of celebrity, does not have to address issues of sexuality.  Maybe I’m just thinking back to Rick Mercer’s comments on how public figures have an obligation to be candid about their orientations (e.g. http://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2011/10/27/rick_mercer_comes_out_again_after_his_rant_goes_viral.html).  I did not, or do not feel that I made a big deal of Jian’s sexuality, because I very much do agree with him, that private sexual lives, even in the cases of celebrities, should be, essentially, private.  Everyone is entitled (or condemned) to that.  But you can’t also say that Jian hasn’t made sexuality a big topic of his show.  I’m not saying that he shouldn’t have; I am simply saying that, if I talk about macrame all the time, then I can expect others to talk about macrame in relation to me, and I’m a hypocrite if I suddenly become outraged by the association.

At all events, true to his self-regard, Jian opted to declare his sense of injustice in the most public way he possibly could, so let’s look at it.  I thought I’d only reflect on a few things, but on reading his statement, I don’t see how anyone—who wasn’t even involved in his private life—could fail to want to discuss much of it, even interlinearly.

Jian states (BTW, where was one of Jian’s many “teams,” the legal one, on this??):

 Dear everyone,

I am writing today because I want you to be the first to know some news.

This has been the hardest time of my life. I am reeling from the loss of my father.

(This is a very unfortunate collision of events.  I feel for Ghomeshi’s family, and I am truly happy to think that his father went to his rest thinking only that his son was a successful media personality.) I am in deep personal pain and worried about my mom. And now my world has been rocked by so much more.

Today, I was fired from the CBC.

For almost 8 years I have been the host of a show I co-created on CBC called Q.
(“I co-created”—well, it’s nice to know he had a hand in his own show.  I suppose he didn’t “co-create” Play.) It has been my pride and joy. My fantastic team on Q are super-talented and have helped build something beautiful.

I have always operated on the principle of doing my best to maintain a dignity and a commitment to openness and truth, both on and off the air.  
(Uh, no, my friend, or you wouldn’t be here right now.  In today’s world, it isn’t even six degrees of separation; it’s more like three.  I’ve never met Jian in person, and as I think I said in an earlier post, I’d probably enjoy meeting and talking with him.  But his celebrity enabled him; it made him bask and act as if he were untouchable.  I heard his earlier band's songs. I have a friend—yes, a young-ish novelist who lives near Toronto who freely noted Jian’s sparrowlike qualities when we were talking one night.  I doubt that she has anything but the remotest regard for this chapter in Jian’s life, but she did note his advances.  Or there’s the friend of mine who noted Jian basking on a visit to my fair city at a very popular bar with a couple of young women with whom, it’s probably quite safe to say, he was not on a last-name basis.  They may have shared many things, that threesome, beyond their cab, but again, it is not too much to doubt that a “mutual” plane ride back to Toronto was one of them.

I don’t begrudge Jian anything about his sex life—you do what you want to do.  But there is no question that his public, taxpayer-supported profile enabled his sex life.  If Jian were the exact same guy with the exact same looks but he was waitering while he worked on the Great Canadian Novel, I’m sorry, but he would not have been able to lasso girls half his age and tie ‘em up back at the ranch.  His “celebrity” gave him opportunities, and, rather than being grateful for them, he flaunted himself.  I remember when I was in a hiring situation for a large public institution.  I looked at the applicants, and one, very out, looked like easily the best one.  But only a couple of clicks on the internet brought him up to me, clubbing in his leather n’ studs man lingerie.  I didn’t care about the guy’s private life, but he applied to work at a large public institution, where he’d be paid by the public, and would come into contact with countless people, many of whom might not share his sense of “off-air dignity,” as Jian puts it.  I guess you might say I’m a prude or a homophobe or a discriminator, but I think of it the other way around—I think he was guilty of very poor and self-indulgent judgment.  This isn’t a case of a double standard for gays vs. straights holding hands in public; this is a case of just not thinking about the consequences of your actions—or, thinking that you are above them. 

Jian’s self-admitted BDSM relationships with girls half his age are troubling to me.  His celebrity did enable him, and he’s as smart as he looks if he didn’t think his “private” indulgences, generated by his public profile, wouldn’t come back to bite him.  He used the CBC and Canadian taxpayers to fund his “private” life, and he seems oblivious to as much.  Maybe he should join a band on the folk circuit and then see how much outrage (“pain,” “shock”) he could generate about his “jilted” ex-girlfriends.

 Not many people reading this post would say that they had never been in a position of sexual dominance—physical, financial, maturity-wise, whatever—many are daily.  I’m willing to buy Jian’s argument that his hookups knew what they were doing, but for him to pretend that there wasn’t a power imbalance based on his celebrity, and that he’s being unfairly maligned *because* he’s a celebrity just won’t wash.  In his public pronouncements, he seems to conflate “desire” and “morality,” and that’s a conflation most people, even celebrities—and contrary to cliché—just don’t make.)

I have conducted major interviews, supported Canadian talent, and spoken out loudly in my audio essays about ideas, issues, and my love for this country.

(Yes, the vaunted “feature chats,” which Jian so self-lovingly and really rather embarrassingly always touted.  The fact is, most of his guests are on standard press junkets, and if you want to know what his “major interviewees” have to say, just watch a show from New York or Boston or Chicago, or read a magazine, a couple days earlier.  It is a mark of Jian’s signature self-regard that he actually thinks that celebrities seek him out and wouldn’t talk to anyone if it weren’t him.  As for “supported Canadian talent,” mostly I’d be willing to buy this, but since Jian put it out there, I have to reflect and honestly say that he was much more craven and fame-seeking when it came to foreign guests, not Canadian ones.  I don’t know.  I’d have to hear the show.

  All of that is available for anyone to hear or watch (table of “feature chats” by nationality, anyone?). I have known, of course, that not everyone always agrees with my opinions or my style, but I've never been anything but honest. I have doggedly defended the CBC and embraced public broadcasting. This is a brand I’ve been honoured to help grow.  (Again, I haven’t got much of a problem with this, but Jian had to imply that he was the one who revived a dead organization—one that has only been around for about, oh, twice as long as he has.)

All this has now changed.

Today I was fired from the company where I've been working for almost 14 years – stripped from my show, barred from the building and separated from my colleagues. I was given the choice to walk away quietly and to publicly suggest that this was my decision. But I am not going to do that. Because that would be untrue. Because I’ve been fired. And because I've done nothing wrong. 
(Not “sure, I’ve made a few mistakes,” but “I’ve done NOTHING wrong.”)

I’ve been fired from the CBC because of the risk of my private sex life being made public as a result of a campaign of false allegations pursued by a jilted ex girlfriend and a freelance writer.
(If this is really true, then I do feel bad for him; it can happen to anyone, and, yes, celebrities or people in positions of power and authority can be especially vulnerable.  Still, little malignity is entirely motiveless.  If his tormentors are self-interested, venal people, that should come out, as he says it will.  I could be wrong, but I have a funny feeling he has more legal representation than they do.)

As friends and family of mine, you are owed the truth.

I have commenced legal proceedings against the CBC, what’s important to me is that you know what happened and why.

Forgive me if what follows may be shocking to some.

I have always been interested in a variety of activities in the bedroom but I only participate in sexual practices that are mutually agreed upon, consensual, and exciting for both partners. 
(Jian’s use of absolute language is again striking here.  Who has ever always and only participated in sexual acts that are consensual and “exciting” for everyone?  This only reveals a stunted, selfish, and dangerously self-exculpatory attitude towards sexual relationships.)

About two years ago I started seeing a woman in her late 20s. Our relationship was affectionate, casual and passionate. We saw each other on and off over the period of a year and began engaging in adventurous forms of sex that included role-play, dominance and submission. We discussed our interests at length before engaging in rough sex (forms of BDSM). We talked about using safe words and regularly checked in with each other about our comfort levels.

(I think if you asked Jian if he was one mean wordsmith, a man of infinite sensitivity to language and adroitness with its deployment, you know, despite the grammatical infelicities of his own post, what he would say.  Ok, now put yourself in Jian’s position.  He says “we talked about using safe words.”  Now I defy you, I absolutely defy you, to put yourself in Jian’s shoes and, if what he says about himself is not true, not write “we used safe words.”  “Talked about safe words?”  What can that mean, when the first thing that would come to anyone’s mind, especially an accused’s, would be “used”?  Maybe I am making a mountain out of a molehill, but I ask you again, if you were Jian and feeling as unjustly wronged as he says he feels, wouldn’t you automatically write “we used safe words,” instead of “we talked about using safe words”?  Again, where is his legal team on this one?  This is like saying “I told her one day I’d rock her world, and then another day I hit her with a rock and she got mad—what a ^&%&^%!”)

 She encouraged our role-play and often was the initiator. We joked about our relations being like a mild form of Fifty Shades of Grey or a story from Lynn Coady's Giller-Prize winning book last year.

(He doesn’t remember the name of the book?  Well, he remembered Coady’s name, and this micro-instance again, for me, demonstrates Jian’s soaring self-regard.  In his self-regard, he probably just thinks he’s once again drawing attention to himself as a great supporter of the Canadian arts and some so-so author who will be glad to be mentioned alongside him.  Yet he chose, knowingly, no matter how fast he dashed off his Facebook statement, to draw Coady into his private affairs.  Maybe Coady is his BFF; maybe she loves and supports him still and can never think ill of him.  She is probably at least secretly pleased to be mentioned in his bondage post because she can only sell more books as a result—“hey, here’s that author Ghomeshi talked about—it’s like 50 Shades of Gray!”).  Whatever Coady thinks, though, I once again ask you to put yourself in Ghomeshi’s shoes; if you were in his situation, would you name-drop and draw in others?  He says his private life is his own; ok.  So if his problems are his and his accusers’ and theirs alone, then making reference to the public art of others as if to justify his private behaviours constitutes narcissism in the extreme.

 I don’t wish to get into any more detail because it is truly not anyone's business what two consenting adults do. I have never discussed my private life before. Sexual preferences are a human right.

(Sure, I’ll buy that sexual preferences are a human right, but we’re talking about sexual activities, and those aren’t.  Once again, Jian seems to be conflating his desires and practices with the petticoated morality he scorns and ascribes to others.)

Despite a strong connection between us it became clear to me that our on-and-off dating was unlikely to grow into a larger relationship and I ended things in the beginning of this year. She was upset by this and sent me messages indicating her disappointment that I would not commit to more, and her anger that I was seeing others.

After this, in the early spring there began a campaign of harassment, vengeance and demonization against me that would lead to months of anxiety. 
(If what Jian says is true, I agree that this is awful.  “Campaign” makes it sounds as if the whole world knew, which it obviously didn’t, but whatever.)

It came to light that a woman had begun anonymously reaching out to people that I had dated (via Facebook
people I’d dated via Facebook?  Jian, you gotta quit dating so many people via Facebook ;). Just another example of this great literary avatar kind of, just, like, not paying attention to what he was writing) to tell them she had been a victim of abusive relations with me. In other words, someone was reframing what had been an ongoing consensual relationship as something nefarious. I learned – through one of my friends who got in contact with this person – that someone had rifled through my phone on one occasion and taken down the names of any woman I had seemed to have been dating in recent years. This person had begun methodically contacting them to try to build a story against me. Increasingly, female friends and ex-girlfriends of mine told me about these attempts to smear me.

Someone also began colluding with a freelance writer who was known not to be a fan of mine and, together, they set out to try to find corroborators to build a case to defame me. She found some sympathetic ears by painting herself as a victim and turned this into a campaign. The writer boldly started contacting my friends, acquaintances and even work colleagues – all of whom came to me to tell me this was happening and all of whom recognized it as a trumped up way to attack me and undermine my reputation. Everyone contacted would ask the same question, if I had engaged in non-consensual behavior why was the place to address this the media?

(All, all, everyone, campaign—again the extreme language.  Why was the media the place to address it?  Uh, duh, maybe because, like, uh, duh, you’re in the media, AND MUCH OF YOUR ENTIRE SHOW is based on precisely such ‘content’?  And why did you, duh, choose to address this ON SOCIAL MEDIA?)

The writer tried to peddle the story and, at one point, a major Canadian media publication did due diligence but never printed a story. One assumes
(if they “assumed,” then how do you know they did “due diligence”?) they recognized these attempts to recast my sexual behaviour were fabrications. Still, the spectre of mud being flung onto the Internet where online outrage can demonize someone before facts can refute false allegations has been what I've had to live with.  (It’s true that the internet is a nasty place—look at the swearing comments I’ve gotten from Jian’s supporters—but that’s one more reason, as a publicly-paid person, to be extra-vigilant about your public and private behaviour.  Besides, as Jian would know if he’d hosted a radio show lately, the balance has been tipping against the internet trolls for a long time; if I get 20 hits on this blog post, 18 will be from Jian’s lawyers. Think I’m imagining things?  Read Jian, below, about “piling on.”

Oh and, Jian, if you call your next book Spectre of Mud, I promise to pre-order.

And this leads us to today and this moment. I’ve lived with the threat that this stuff would be thrown out there to defame me. And I would sue. But it would do the reputational damage to me it was intended to do (the ex has even tried to contact me to say that she now wishes to refute any of these categorically untrue allegations
(then get her to call the CBC and get your job back). But with me bringing it to light, in the coming days you will prospectively hear about how I engage in all kinds of unsavoury aggressive acts in the bedroom. And the implication may be made that this happens non-consensually. And that will be a lie. But it will be salacious gossip (the gossip monger, mongered?) in a world driven by a hunger for "scandal". And there will be those who choose to believe it and to hate me or to laugh at me. And there will be an attempt to pile on. And there will be the claim that there are a few women involved (those who colluded with my ex) in an attempt to show a "pattern of behaviour". And it will be based in lies but damage will be done. But I am telling you this story in the hopes that the truth will, finally, conquer all.   (Jeesh Jian, if you are already envisioning and speaking of “pattern of behaviour” accusations, I think you’re cooked.  Just sayin.’)

I have been open with the CBC about this since these categorically untrue allegations ramped up. I have never believed it was anyone's business what I do in my private affairs but I wanted my bosses to be aware that this attempt to smear me was out there. CBC has been part of the team of friends and lawyers assembled to deal with this for months. On Thursday I voluntarily showed evidence
(you taped every session?!  Studio QRSTUV?) that everything I have done has been consensual. I did this in good faith and because I know, as I have always known, that I have nothing to hide. This when the CBC decided to fire me.

(Yes, so, as you state, it was a cumulative thing.  The CBC just finally decided, after all the TV shows and radio spots, the boutique studio and massive staff, the concert junkets, and so forth, that, no, they just couldn’t back you anymore.  You’re into taxpayers for millions and millions of dollars, with an employer who has given you opportunities almost nobody would ever get, and yet you want to bankrupt them by suing for 50-55 million.  Maybe call your next show “Chutzpah,” Jian.)

CBC execs confirmed that the information provided showed that there was consent. In fact, they later said to me and my team that there is no question in their minds that there has always been consent. They said they’re not concerned about the legal side. But then they said that this type of sexual behavior was unbecoming of a prominent host on the CBC. They said that I was being dismissed for "the risk of the perception that may come from a story that could come out." To recap, I am being fired in my prime from the show I love and built and threw myself into for years because of what I do in my private life.

(“In my prime,” “the show I built”—he carefully doesn’t mention his other failures—once again, Jian’s incredible self-regard.  But more important is this question of “consent,” that Jian hangs everything on.  This is where his lawyers will be working overtime.  There is, in law, a difference between consent and knowingly doing something that is wrong according to generally acceptable social standards—that is what law and precedent are about.  If my friend says: “My girlfriend just broke up with me.  I want to die.  There’s no point in living.  Here’s a gun.  Kill me, please,” do I kill him?  I don’t care if Jian got “consent” six ways to Sunday; ultimately, the CBC, which had pumped so many millions into him, finally just said, “look, we can’t support this any more.”  It must have been a bitter, bitter decision at CBC, given all they’d invested in him.  What the straw that broke the camel’s back was we may never know.  My guess is that it was internal, since, despite Jian’s talk of all his outside attackers, we’ve never really had much “evidence” of that, yet anyway, whatever Jian says.

 Let me be the first to say that my tastes in the bedroom may not be palatable to some folks. They may be strange, enticing, weird, normal, or outright offensive to others. We all have our secret life. But that is my private life. That is my personal life. And no one, and certainly no employer, should have dominion over what people do consensually in their private life.  (Agreed, but as in the anecdotes I’ve cited, and as in Jian’s own post we’re reading here, he seems not to realize how the public blends into the private and vice-versa.  He seems to want to have one set of rules for himself, and another set for others.  It is remarkable that he would “chat” with featured artists almost every day and not realize something as basic and fundamental as the fact that “private” and “public” lives are not categorically divisible.

And so, with no formal allegations, no formal complaints, no complaints, not one, to the HR department at the CBC (they told us they’d done a thorough check and were satisfied), and no charges, I have lost my job based on a campaign of vengeance. Two weeks after the death of my beautiful father I have been fired from the CBC because of what I do in my private life.

I have loved the CBC (I’ll buy that, but now you’d like to bankrupt it, to the tune of 50-55 million.  I’m sure you’re a valuable guy, Jian, but the damages you seek certainly say something about your sense of yourself and your ultimate commitment to an institution you say you supported.  Say you won your lawsuit; would you be thrilled to think of all your "super" colleagues being out of work?  What kind of party would you throw for them?  Wait a minute.  Got it.  And say you do get that big job in London or NY or LA, who wants to hire someone who will sue them for 50 mill if they raise eyebrows over the things they hear, and keep hearing, as you so readily detail?  It’ll be in the contract, Jian). The Q team are the best group of people in the land. My colleagues and producers and on-air talent at the CBC are unparalleled in being some of the best in the business. I have always tried to be a good soldier and do a good job for my country (as others have noted, probably not a good idea to compare yourself to a soldier, especially now—once again, it’s your incredible self-regard—but I do get that you’re using clichés and are dashing something off in a state of significant emotional upset). I am still in shock. But I am telling this story to you so the truth is heard. And to bring an end to the nightmare.



--Well, although I wrote two posts critical of (and also a bit positive about) him, I feel no special sense of schadenfreude over his dismissal.  As I said in my posts, I certainly support a show like his.  I do feel for his family, and I am glad that his father didn’t have to start confronting his son in different lights.  But as his self-serving post showed (and as my nano-gesture of visiting his Facebook page for the first time indicates), Jian knows that this is one step on a steady upward climb.  Can you imagine the “team” of lawyers currently negotiating his most recent book deal?  There’s going to be a need for fresh shirts and razors and takeout on that one.  In the 5000 channel universe, and the bazillion-station FM radiosphere, Jian’s stated recent griefs have no doubt been transformed into salivating glowing-eyed decisions over latest opportunities.

This post is basically just about responding to Jian’s statement, but I should have some kind of greater theme in mind, and fairly obviously that would be about how, now more than ever, real or perceived indiscretion leads only to greater fame and emolument.  Jian is aggrieved now, but he knows, and we all know, that whoever his “jilted” ex’s are, and whoever this “freelance writer” is, it’s not them who will be living on easy street as a result of any “scandal” involving him.  If I were a conspiracy theorist, I’d have no trouble saying that Jian brought this upon himself purposely, just so he could get out of Toronto and get back to London, or on to NY or LA, where he wasn’t just on chump Canadians’ dimes.

 I guess that’s for another post.  A recent poster to this blog wrote to Jian that his "15 minutes of fame were up."  Oh, I don't think so. In the meantime, and surely if it’s Jian’s way, this is very definitely to be continued. . .

 --zr
{{4 years, 4 posts on this blog.

(I don't blame you for getting bored, but I've as much a right and a responsibility as anyone to be held to complete account for what I have written.)

The first post, the one that EVERYONE read:
The Ever-Incredibly Depressing Jian Ghomeshi of CBC’s Q -- 17/09/2011

The next and final post, that a few read.
The Ever-Incredibly Depressing Jian Ghomeshi of CBC’s Q -- redux 02/03/2012

3rd post (that a few more read):
My decision to at last address some of the so many comments I got about my *2* Ghomeshi posts (my antique internet attitude has always been that you can respond and say whatever you want to say, and I won't editorialize.  However, after many comments, I decided to take up a few of the most common ones).
The ever-incredibly depressing Jian Ghomeshi treedux -- 11/02/2013

The recent post, that a few have read, now that he's really famous (and a post that's already starting to look really antique, like the once-powerful "Copps-May-Shelaghlah Swoonferit Theory of General Sexual Moral Infallibility"):
50 Shades of Jian Ghomeshi: Parsing Jian’s Infinite Self-Regard -- 28/10/2014}}

 

 

Sunday, 21 September 2014

CRTC Amps Up the Volume on Commercials


CRTC Amps Up the Volume on Commercials
(Abstract: so far no-one has come clean on the CRTC’s decision to allow/facilitate cable companies’ jacking up volumes on digital commercial content exponentially beyond any previously recorded levels.)

Remember when we had all those extensive hearings about reducing the volume on TV commercials?  Well, I think there were hearings—I mean, that’s what the CRTC does, right, hold “hearings”?  (Rarely can such a multifariously ironical word have been employed.)

Through lawyers and public salaries, this single issue cost Canadian taxpayers millions—millions just to get the cable oligopoly to turn it down a little (so taxpayers were on the hook, as usual, for obnoxious private sector behaviour from advertisers).

Well, it seems that the volume on TV commercials has gone down to something close to the volume of the TV show you are watching—but of course, as we know (and as I wrote about somewhere elsewhere here glancingly years ago), nobody watches TV on TV anymore.

If you look up CRTC, you hardly need to enter “commercial,” let alone “volume,” before the Google searchbox has had a strong whiff of what you have joined millions of others in doing. The Harper government/CRTC still has its pages out there, touting its remarkable work on bringing down the volume—

http://www.crtc.gc.ca/eng/info_sht/g3.htm

The page is hilariously self-congratulaTORY and gutless, telling people who’ve still got a problem with volume to a) blame the Americans; b) (snoooooozzzzeeee) ‘contact their service provider’; or c) fill out a ludicrously detailed complaint indicating the exact who/what/where/when/why/how of their particular volume grievance—and the year/month/day/hour/millisecond it occurred (the better, no doubt, to extend the hours of those who might putatively (one cannot speak of “legal” issues) investigate reported concerns.

Anyway, as with most people, I find myself more and more regarding “TV” content online.  Do I prefer it this way?  No, not really, but you have to do something to try to juggle and rein in your cable bills.  And besides, at least initially, advertisers didn’t see enough money in online content, so the ads were fewer and this instantly made online content, through no doing of its own, highly attractive.  But of course online ads are getting more and more numerous, such that one day we might all run back to our TV “sets” seeking relative peace and quiet and a reduction in commercials.  (And this is key: the cable oligopoly does not _want_ you to watch content on TV--imagine having to send out techies for all those cables and so on.  No, it wants to drive you to online sources, and key in its moneymaking pitch to advertisers is to make sure those advertisers know that, when it comes to decibel levels, hey, digital is carte blanche for advertisers.)

As you know, the volume for online commercials is amped up incredibly, usually at 3-5 times the normal volume of whatever you are watching.  Today I was watching a short TV show online and, when the same commercials from 6 minutes before came on, I went to the bathroom.  During the commercials, an ad for a local radio station came on with such a blast that it was easily 10 times the volume of what I had been watching.  If you had a sleeping child, or spouse, or bark-prone dog, those individuals would have fully roused almost no matter where they were.  And if you were actually sitting there when it happened, you would have been jolted off your seat.

So anyway, I’m finally getting to my point: Just what deals did the CRTC and the Harper government cut when we spent all those millions on having TV ad volume turned down?

Now, I’d like to think that the CRTC honestly thought, “hey, we’re doing a good thing here, we’re trying to get obnoxious volume levels reduced.”  Surely people will thank us, and obviously volume on other digital devices will never be an issue.  But no army of lawyers, no matter how many hours and milliseconds they billed, could ever defend that kind of “we were all totally ignorant” plea.  No, a backroom deal involving teams of lawyers, the Harper government, the CRTC, the cable oligopoly, and, presumably, self-interested major advertisers, was, as sure as I’m sitting here typing, almost certainly cut.

Ok, maybe it wasn’t even that backroom.  Maybe there’s someone out there who could just point me to a clause somewhere or a report somewhere that notes that “in tandem with their agreement to reduce volume levels on commercials to a level similar to that of the broadcast content, cable companies and advertisers are explicitly allowed to jack up volume on any other digital emissions to unregulated, even extreme—levels.”  Think of all the 100s (and indeed, overall, 1000s) of people in on the final CRTC crafting (backroom deal ultimately, yes, but to say no-one outside the backroom knew what was going on so that they could act accordingly would be a bit like the PM saying he didn’t know what a dozen people in his own office that he hired did know).

The CRTC decision re: commercial volume levels, which the aforementioned government webpage touts, the while saying that, by the way, if you want it enforced, blame someone else or “you’re on your own,” is a sham, or chimera, regulation.  With so many people not watching TV (and therefore TV commercials) on TV anymore, it’s like passing a law banning dangerous campfires in the desert.  You’d have to hike 100k just to find some kindling.  So, again, you can buy the innocent argument, but then you’d have to believe that government, CRTC, cable oligopoly, and advertising senior operatives had IQ numbers topping out at basic cable channel numbers.

And the recent-ish regulations (which were in effect a quid pro quo between the government and the cable oligopoly), just made things worse—as my earlier anecdote demonstrates, whereas experience taught that there used to be at least some sort of tacit agreement about how much noise the average payer for cable services and taxpayer to the government could hack, now there is none.  And you could totally have your eardrums blown out if you’re distractedly watching something while you’re sitting on the bus (or increasingly, in your car, or your kids are), minding your own business, paying for content, and then having your earbuds blown out, too.

Surely I would love to drop by the mansion of a cable exec someday and play one of his ads outside his bedroom.  Admittedly, in the case of some, they’d maybe be too blacked out even to be roused,

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/globe-investor/jim-shaw-steps-down-after-unprofessional-behaviour/article1319550/

but it would be kind of a fun power trip just to be able to say to the guy: “hey, I don’t make the laws, and there’s no law against it, so go microwave some mac n’ cheese.”

It’s a wonder that we consent to pay for this and elect representatives of private business who haven’t the will of the public in mind.

--zr     

 

 

Thursday, 11 September 2014

The Nature of ISIS and the Key Harper Enablers


The Nature of ISIS and the Key Harper Enablers

Well, first of all, it’s hopeless young men looking for or needing something to do.  They are easily swayed by a Manichean world view, and even the madrasa chants in languages they don’t even comprehend have a kind of mesmeric, repetitive, and building power.  Stand in front of the mirror and grin sillily—eventually, you will get happy.  Stand in front of the mirror and frown, and eventually you will get angry.  Try it.  Islam is deep this way, for its most profound but least nuanced followers. 

The most persuasive and honest and devout people who follow faiths know their faiths are hard won and are all the stronger because of the tests and challenges they’ve endured; militant—or, in fact—most branches of Islam, a comparatively young and new religion, seem to offer a shortcut, suicide or murder or a stampeding rampage/Mecca carnage/pilgrimage etc., offering the shortest of all  

cuts. 

Good luck with that harem thing.

(Me I’d sail around behind the pearly gates if I hadn’t already been rejected/done gone rejected the fantasy.)

It’s hardly unlike the young men from Allied countries who got all gung-ho to enlist during WWI and WWII.  An adventure.  Beats milking dry cows and eating polk salad.  Something about a vague noble cause and pretty soon everyone regarding you as less than your sex if you weren’t over there. “And it’s 1-2-3-4, what am I fighting for?” Take a listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3W7-ngmO_p8

Those hippies.  I thought Kurt Cobain kind of revived them, but where have those hippies been?  Long view, the hippies were progeny of people who had been through WWs I and II and then Korea and then Vietnam and who were just kind of getting sick of the whole kind of let’s-get-into-a-war-no-matter-what-to-kick-start-the-economy-especially-in-places-like-West-Virginia deal.  After Iraq I (let’s support a country no-one can even remember now) and Iraq II (damn, we sold them those guns and now they’re not using them properly) and Afghanistan (maybe bad Waldo is here now?!?!), and now IS-whatever, I wonder if some people might be wondering the same.

In Canada, we’re querulous about just what it is that makes a handful of kids from Canada take up arms for ISwhatever.  Well, I already answered that above.  In many respects, we create our own problems, often knowingly, so we can seem the more superior when we fakely solve them. 

Take ideologue-in-chief, Stephen Harper.  A man of generous girth even then, he avowed in 2006 that Canadians were no cowards.  We will not “cut and run” he politically and humorously stated of himself whilst sounding the death knell for those he ordered into action.


When it became clear, after a couple years and over 100 lives and countless billions, that this was not a “winnable” war, he meekly acquiesced to what Jack (“Taliban Jack,” the deep-thinking Tories called him) Layton had said—we better talk to these people and see if we can figure out a way forward.


Virtually everyone, from Soviets to Americans, had long since realized that there were no wars to win in Afghanistan.  (If anyone who reads this still hasn’t kicked the reading habit, check out Tory Rory Stewart’s personal self-illumination  The Places In-Between (2004).

And soon after taking it up, Stephen Harper gave up the just war, as if he were choosing hazelnut coffee over cinnamon.  He packed it in, this time, as a rationalist, noting that we probably couldn’t win that war.  During the interim, he had sent 150+ Canadians to their deaths.

Now, is Stephen Harper just tremendously stupid, or is he ideologically inclined and regards a baker’s dozen of Canadian lives as more or less expendable, so long as they are in the service of ideology?  You pick. 

Actually, let me help you—Rick Hillier, anaesthetized on the rum and cokes he says he loved, and Walt Natyncyk, who took his family on private jet Caribbean vacations on your dime (http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/top-general-vows-to-repay-cost-of-using-ottawas-executive-jet-if-he-must/article594904/), or Russell Williams, the CFB Trenton air-force chief who liked to take pictures of his cat while he raped and murdered colleagues and took pictures of himself in their lingerie and tried to incriminate others, or one-time “justice” minister Peter McKay arranging private military helicopter pickups at costs that amounted to annual incomes for many families in Central Nova: http://news.nationalpost.com/2011/12/02/mps-demand-resignation-of-peter-mackay-after-release-of-fishing-trip-airlift-emails/ --it’s kind of clear that there’s not just a cozy Conservative Senate relationship with entitled criminals (Duffy, Brazeau, Wallin, etc.), but there’s one with the military, too.  And those men and women who serve, who are used as a taxi-service by Peter McKay and as travel agents by Canadian taxpayers, they might wonder who is really looking out for their backs.

Blood on his hands.  Calling others cowards, then saying he knew the mission was doomed—no Beatles tunes will erase that.  When Harper sings “Yesterday,” it’s going to be more than bittersweet for those he ordered into battle in a war he knew could not be won.  The parents, the sons and daughters of Canadians killed because Stephen Harper did not wish to be seen as “cutting and running,” after he did do exactly that, well, I wouldn’t wish to be Steve and Laureen, if they were penetrable to thought.

If I’m Canadian military personnel, who do I really want behind my back—a corrupt, murdering, ideologically-driven individual--or a balanced, thoughtful one who says “I’m gonna make sure you’ve got the tools first, then I’m gonna make up my mind.” 

The expendables, is how Tories quite apparently call Canadians who serve.  Rob Anders never did know a veterans’ meeting that he could not fall asleep at http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/news/rob-anders-sleep/).  Julian Fantino felt his meetings took way, way precedence over anything the veterans’ portfolio he was supposed to oversee (http://www.cbc.ca/news/politics/how-julian-fantino-s-meeting-with-veterans-went-off-the-rails-1.2515817). 

And when it came to remembering Vimy, of course Canada nickeled-and-dimed its last remaining veterans, leaving it to the French graciously to pick up the costs. http://www.ctvnews.ca/canada/france-to-help-cover-canadian-vet-s-travel-costs-for-d-day-anniversary-1.1836230. Prime Minister Stephen Harper took an entourage and a private party-colored jet that cost Canadians millions—but he went there to celebrate himself, not the actual people who had served. 

That the French had to step in to cover the costs of Canadian soldiers, while the Prime Minister jetted around soaking up hundreds of  thousands of taxpayer dollars, is against Canadian values.

Mine anyway, sure can’t speak for you.

At last we return to western kids who want to fight with ISIS.  Well, they’re disenfranchised, and Harper has, by his party’s own proud admission, been key in that, preventing Canadian voters from voting at every turn, targeting especially the non-white non-old people who *might* not vote for him.  Jason Kenney has been tireless and shameless (likes those regarded by many as terrorists for political gains, too!) in his attempts to woo ethnic voters, but even those ethnic voters can be unsettled by the sight of Kenney’s blushed, febrile,  greasy bulb popping right off its pear anchor. 

If Canada doesn’t want to send more young Canadians to jihad, it should, to reverse a page out of the Harper ideology playbook, treat it as a sociological matter, not a criminal one.  There will always be young men (now more than ever, for various sociological reasons) who will seek “jihad.”  That will happen.  But one has to create the right conditions, right here, on the ground, that make it possible for anyone in Canada to say, “hey, yeah, I’m part of this and making the world I live in better.” I’d love to hear Jason Kenney’s solutions on this.  Simply alienating or criminalizing (or buying) others can only lead to that cyclic war. . .1, 2, 3, 4. . .

It’s regrettable that journalists cannot do what bloggers can.  Journalists cannot speak to power unless they agree to ventriloquize that power.  Those journalists who can journal, like Mike Duffy, hardly set examples. 

Future lobbyists, future hobbyists (senators), neither helpful, nor useful.

For a better world,

--zr

Friday, 23 May 2014

The Orenda -- finally figured it out



 Orenda - Probably most famously in early TV times, the Orenda was known as the Splenda in Orenda, when Mayhem Melvin Johnstone met Jonoby Jefferson in a 10-round title fight. Jefferson appeared to stop Johnstone as early as the 3rd with a left hook that staggered the bigger fighter, but in the later stages of the 5th, Johnstone began to assert his power, feinting with the right, but employing also a lethal left.  Jefferson fought gamely into the 8th, but by then his dancing moves lacked crispness, and his blows, owing to his shorter reach, did not tell.  Against the ropes, both eyes closed with bruising and sealed by open cuts, Jefferson not only stood up to the pounding, but made his way around the ring and never fell.  The bout, held in Equatorial Guinea at the pleasure of then-dictator Malik al-Foussah-Homi-be-Im, has come to be regarded as one of the greatest matches in this sport’s history.  The card read 52-48, 51-49, and 51-49.

Orenda, the – a mysterious tumour, still unverified, proposed by the late controversial Portuguese physician Eugenio Ombran (1882-1934).  Ombran argued that, just because a tumour could not be found, this did not mean that it did not exist.  He advised a location near the out-of-sight armpit, to the left of most patients’ hearts.  This phantom-tumour theory was eagerly taken up by most western physicians, and for the most part, they followed his notion of “radiate first, think later.”   Ombran’s great-niece, Luz, commented in 2008, “even if they do not find anything, that is like finding the Orenda.”

Orenda – A popular parlour game of the c18th, “Jackal,” featured the exultation “Orenda!!”  During a four-handed game, and if a winner were to play out by laying down all of his cards and placing one upon a matching laid-down card of his opponent, he might exult “Orenda!!” and by this gain 100 bonus points.  In the strategy of the game of “Jackal,” shouting “Orenda!!” was nearly as fatal as “checkmate” is to us today.  While “Orenda” could be called, so long as the opponent still maintained 13 cards, defeat was not impossible, as the Orendan had to pick up one card for each the Orendanded had left until all were satisfied.  While a simple “Orenda!!” was usually enough, sometimes the ejaculation led to duels not tea.  “Orendoo!,” was reported in West Sussex (by way of Bengal). as a way of foreshortening and behindhandedly attempting to win this game.  Traditionalists hold nevertheless to the Orenda. 

Orenda – It’s like when you put a fitted sheet in the dryer and dry it forever but somehow there’s always some socks and a t-shirt or whatever that always end up bunched and caught and wet and you have to hang it off a doorknob or something—that’s an Orenda.  submitted by Gracie T.

Orenda – In Norse mythology, the mother of the Kraken, who urged him not to go to sea.  In her will, composed of gneiss and moss, she insisted: “if there is a fault, it is of Olaf.”  Manhattan lawyers took up the case in 1343, and a judgment is still awaited.

Orenda - In the midst of the 1970s energy crisis, auto companies responded with that typical alacrity consumers have come to know and respect—even adore.  Facing the Ford Fiesta, the Chevy Vega, the Pontiac Astre and Acadian, Doidge, Illinois carmakers had no choice but to rush to judgment the Doidge Orenda.  A four-speed, the Orenda had a disquieting tendency to overheat at 70 Fahrenheit, and on the sedan model, the new, state-of-the-art back-bench plastic bolts had a propensity for slamming forward.  Citing transmission difficulties and a keen interest in environmentalism, as well as a desire to “spend more time with their families,” Orenda engineers resigned and the marque was discontinued in October 1975.  60, 000 were manufactured.

Orenda – a sub-complicated quasi-aboriginal mythology in which you tout driving around native  reserves on motorbikes and hail your brilliant doctor father while pitching that you sat in a Starbucks writing all day while your helpful partner. . . ok something smells wrong about this definition.--verifciation required

Orenda – was a bulbous Saxo-Cuban cigar manufactured by Hermann Infante del Diego. Diego, the son of Ulrich and Guadaloupe Diego, became, in his 20s, one of the most prolific producers of cigars on the island.  He wanted a signature brand, and this would become the “Orenda,” which featured a bright yellow label and a wry winking rooster.  Upon nationalization, it was found that Hermann had at least 20 unacknowledged offspring. The cigar foundered almost immediately—many would later say Diego was ahead of his time.  Local consumers were said to say that they hadn’t the wherewithal to indulge his imagination; garish signs were taken down as the installation was gradually tranformed into a seaside chicken processing plant. Nevertheless, a notable octoroonish expat Cajun artist, Leon, “Daddy Fry” Chavis, picked up on the story, and the tangled truthy narrative later became his signature tune: “Don’t Sign Anything by Neon (lest you don’t know who’s been being your Leon).”

And that’s the Orenda, so far.

-zr