The grooming gangs have become a nativist talking-point, with most debate on the subject focusing on the rapists’ South Asian and Muslim heritage. But it’s easy to treat girls in Rotherham care homes as a kind of faceless victim class on which to project anti-immigrant feeling. It’s much more challenging to reflect on the mores that helped normalise the abuse of countless girls barely into puberty, as not a matter for intervention but as undesirable but legitimate ‘lifestyle choices’.
Hyperfocusing on Pakistani or Muslim rapists just means we fail to see that this dynamic is everywhere. ‘Teen’ has been a top 10 search term on PornHub for six years running. In 2019 there were 42 billion visits to PornHub. Those millions of men inputting ‘teen rape’ and ‘underage slut’ into the search box can’t all be Rotherham taxi drivers.
The porn industry will shrug and say so what, it’s all fantasy. But the fact that sexual contact with barely-adolescent girls is a male fantasy is precisely the point. Because when you become a barely-adolescent girl, you suddenly have to deal with that. And here our sexual culture fails girls woefully, thanks to the utter inadequacy of ‘consent’ as a means of regulating the collision of female adolescence and adult male lust.
Because our vision of each human individual as a rational, choosing autonomous subject leaves little space for partial, coerced, ill-informed or pseudo-‘consent’. Nor does it have much space for the young girls who consent to sex when what they crave is love. Teenage girls now frequently ‘consent’ to acts they find painful or degrading, because that’s just what you have to do to retain a boy’s affection. And the most heart-breaking part of the grooming gang scandal was the number of girls who genuinely believed that the men who were grooming, raping and pimping them were their boyfriends.
Even among those who escape this grim fate, I doubt there are many adult women today who’ve made it all the way from girlhood to maturity in our ‘liberated’ culture without surviving a measure of sexual trauma. Early-90s Home Counties village life offered limited opportunities for my particular mix of loneliness and emerging adult sexuality to be exploited; but it still happened. I have memories I prefer not to recall. Relative to the world Cuties depicts, I got off lightly.
The internet gives the flamethrower of female adolescence a whole new level of lethality. Selfies and webcams enhance its power – as well as its capacity to burn girls when they try to leverage their youth and beauty in search of affection. But rather than discouraging this toxic dynamic, the internet has swarmed to monetise needy young females.
OnlyFans, a kind of Patreon for user-generated porn, enables girls (there are relatively few male OnlyFans performers) to publish nudes and interact with paying ‘fans’. Popular accounts on the site can rake in tens of thousands of dollars a month.
For a glimpse of the bottomless well of unmet longing that bubbles just beneath our brave new world of female sexual exhibitionism today, consider ‘Neesi’, a young OnlyFans performer. She recently tweeted ‘my dad just subbed to my onlyfans & tipped me $100, THAT is how you support your child’s business!!’. Then in the following tweet, the one-two punch: “do what my dad did [onlyfans link] (by that i dnt mean abandon me)”.
I’ve argued elsewhere that hypermediated, hyper-sexualised ‘empowerment’ offers women no space for the emotional intimacy that by far the majority would prefer. For young girls craving affection (and especially those like ‘Neesi’ with absent fathers), it delivers only the hollow consolation prize of ‘hotness’, long before you need or want it. And being desirable doesn’t mean you’re loved; but by the time a girl works that out, she’s probably already ‘consented’ many times over.
We can decry the lascivious camera angles in Cuties. But the Hobson’s choice it depicts for young girls is brutally accurate: self-objectification as a route to love and social status, public shaming if you embrace it. Nor, the film points out, are ‘traditional’ cultures much of an improvement, as underlined by the scene where Amy’s elderly Senegalese ‘Auntie’ reminisces about being married off when only a couple of years older than Amy.
Cuties leans into our absolute betrayal of pubescent girls. It depicts in uncompromising detail how young girls who crave affection are encouraged by liberal culture to fill the void via their newfound power to elicit male desire. The film shies away from depicting the sexual abuse that all too often comes to girls who take that counsel; but the jaded, wounded young women who’ve survived it are all around us today.
If I have one criticism of Cuties, it’s that the ending implies there’s a way out. But for many girls, there isn’t. Not while we’re so squeamish about the mixture of power and vulnerability that’s unique to female puberty. Not while we prioritise sexual freedom over girls’ wellbeing, and celebrate adult women as ‘liberated’ for sexualised behaviour we wouldn’t want our daughters to copy. And not while we blame those girls for their own abuse, when they follow the examples we provided.
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