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As the man behind Fark.com, Drew Curtis sifts through the wackiest stories online, from sex scandals to freak accidents. Is this master of the bizarro now turning his back on dumb fun?
Among the many daily pleasures of working on the Internet is the chance to feast upon fresh cuts from the abattoir of the strange, the unfortunate, the tragic, the uncanny, the unintentionally hilarious and often the very unpleasant. I’m talking about wacky news — those incredible stories that fly through one’s constellation of social networks, proving that the world’s gone mad, that apocalypse is nigh.
You know what I mean: Old ladies are hoarding cats, their apartments overflowing with precisely detailed amounts of feces. Love sours, and women chop off their lovers’ penises. Lusty female teachers everywhere are bedding their male charges. Oral-sex parties, meanwhile, are a fad bigger than slap bracelets in the 1980s. It piles on, this barrage of the bizarre — judges fiddling with penis pumps, holiday shoppers on stampede, funerals erupting into brawls — and in the crush, some days, the stories even seem to form a kind of culture, ridiculous and connected and sublime.
If there is a national steward of this culture, it is Drew Curtis, a young Internet entrepreneur in Lexington, Ky., who runs Fark.com, a rollicking daily compendium of strange news. The Web abounds in collections of links to interesting things — links to interesting things is what the Web mainly is — but Fark is the most popular and comprehensive such spot for odd news. Every day, Curtis and his team sift through thousands of readers’ submitted links, skipping by much of the serious stuff and settling, instead, on stories about sex scandals, odd injuries, animals and other miscellany that, even though it isn’t likely to affect your life in any way, is somehow compelling still. Curtis is 34 and married with kids, but his skill lies in his capacity to easily match wits with men half his age (Fark’s ethos is very male), and he manages to keep his site cheerfully sarcastic and resplendently puerile. He and his reader-submitters excel especially in writing snappy taglines to news. For example, on Fark a science news article that explains the biological relationship between food consumption and brain size across various species is labeled: “Study shows the bigger your brain, the more energy you consume. This explains how Paris Hilton can survive on a diet of alcohol and semen.”
So Fark’s a blast, really. Yet Curtis himself seems of two minds about the endeavor. Although he continues to scratch out a decent living from the stuff, he has lately turned against inessential news. In his new book, “It’s Not News, It’s Fark: How Mass Media Tries to Pass Off Crap as News,” Curtis chastises news organizations for running not-real-news news, and he even seems to go after the audience — his audience — for indulging in it. It’s an odd “bite the hand that feeds you” strategy, like a pastor who holds out the collection plate while mocking the church and the faithful for their piety, and the tone is out of character with Fark.com’s generous attitude toward trifling stories. Online, Fark invites readers to revel in the eccentricities of our planet. In his book, Curtis seems to want us to be repulsed by them instead.
The worst part is that Curtis’ antagonism spoils much of the fun you might otherwise find in the numerous examples of not-news he has scattered throughout his book. There are some doozies here, but to squeeze them into his larger thesis, Curtis has to spin out all the laughs and convince us, instead, that they should never have been published at all. The Tampa Tribune shouldn’t have run the one about the archaeologist who claims the Garden of Eden was once in Florida because obviously the man’s a “nutjob,” Curtis writes, and “journalists do a disservice to all of us when they allow stories to see the light of day that they know are bogus for the simple purpose of attracting eyeballs.” Tennessee TV station WHNT’s campus-life investigative piece “Special Report: Friends With Benefits” was similarly unnecessary, Curtis writes, because “it’s just flat-out not news that teens who go on dates sometimes have sex.” An Orlando Sentinel article discussing the dangers of aviation and fireworks in the summertime — first line: “Fireworks and flying don’t mix” — is clearly seasonal space filler, Curtis says, because, come on, who doesn’t know that?
But there’s an obvious problem with Curtis’ claim that none of these articles was worthy of publication: When the pieces were published, he posted links to them on Fark, driving tens of thousands of readers their way. And not only did Farkers read the stories, but many also discussed them — sometimes voluminously — on Fark’s message boards. Granted, many readers made fun, arguing that the people or the ideas in the stories were stupid. But what’s wrong with stories about the stupid? The stupid give the smart among us — or the merely less stupid — a useful point of comparison, and stupid is also undeniably funny. Here was a news station that had gotten itself twisted up over “friends with benefits.” Here was a man who thought Eden could be found in the land of “Girls Gone Wild.” “I’m glad crazy is something we can all point and laugh at,” one of Curtis’ readers wrote in response to that story. “Sometimes I forget what real entertainment is like.”
Even Curtis admits the articles, in their ridiculousness, are fun. Of the fireworks-and-flying piece, he writes, “You can almost imagine your local TV anchorperson staring directly at the camera, pointing right at you, and saying earnestly, ‘Flying and fireworks don’t mix.’ And then you fall over laughing.”
I’ll grant Curtis his point that the journalistic profession is lousy with hacks; this is no concession at all. Facing deadline pressures, facing financial pressures, out of incompetence, sheer laziness and a lack of integrity, the mass media fails often and spectacularly. All the time, reporters put out stories mined from press releases, they engage in easy fear-mongering, they run pointless articles about weather — and Curtis assembles some fine examples of these.
But I’d argue that many, if not most, of the stories on Fark don’t fit this mold. In trying to explain the hold of trivial news, Curtis inflates the influence of the corrupt and the venal, and overlooks something more vital, the power of a good story. A couple of years ago, when a bug-eyed woman named Jennifer Wilbanks ran away from her fiancé, the media went wild over it. Curtis says the story mystified him: “Why the hell this demanded more than a passing media mention is beyond me.” Really? A woman so disturbed by her impending marriage she was willing to let her family and entire town believe, for several days, that she might be dead. A woman so far gone she cooked up a wild tale of abduction and sexual abuse to explain her disappearance. Who does this? Our only analogue, indeed, was fiction — and the reality was even stranger.
What is the deal with those cat ladies? And the teachers who seduce their students — what were they thinking? (Another situation recently seen in fiction.) We make jokes about the strange-news people — Lorena Bobbitt, Amy Fisher, Lisa Nowak and her famous diaper — but the truth is we wonder about them too. Ordinary people who are outwardly normal, just like you and me (though more like you than me, I bet), and suddenly, in a flash, they’re in the eye of the world. What happened there, you wonder, and how do I make sure it doesn’t happen to me?
Farhad Manjoo is a Salon staff writer and the author of True Enough: Learning to Live in a Post-Fact Society. More Farhad Manjoo.
Taxing strip clubs for rape
Politicians are holding adult entertainment venues responsible for funding sexual assault services
(Credit: iStockphoto/wragg) It used to be that strip clubs were merely blamed for society’s ills. Now they’re actually being charged for it.
In recent years, measures have been introduced in Georgia, Pennsylvania, Texas, Illinois and, most recently, California to apply special taxes to strip clubs — specifically to fund sexual assault services. Now, even if you aren’t inclined to view erotic entertainment as the source of all evil, this might seem an appropriate aim — who wants to argue against additional support for rape survivors? It would seem even more so when you consider politicians’ and activists’ repeated claims of solid scientific evidence showing a link between strip clubs — specifically those that sell alcohol — and sexual violence.
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Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
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Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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