Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton. A staged documentary called American Cannibal. Storage unit auctions. Amanda Chicago Lewis' 2021 feature, Sex Tapes, Hush Money, and Hollywood's Economy of Secrets, is one of those highly specific, borderline absurd stories that is, actually, stranger than fiction. The story chronicles the uncanny rise and seedy workings of a man named Kevin Blatt who made a name for himself as a self-proclaimed celebrity sex tape broker. You can't make this up.
Rereading this story two years after its publication makes me feel a tiny bit nostalgic. Not because I have any fondness for Blatt or his wares, I promise. But this was the first article I worked on as a WIRED fact-checker, and ended up being a crash course in how unsettling and silly and ethically thorny it can be to confirm every detail in a magazine feature. It's strange to talk to powerful men about their questionable Hollywood dealings as a young woman who came of age in the early 2010s. The acronym NSFW takes on a different meaning when you've had to look up porn on your company-issued laptop.
Working on this story introduced me to a whole new way of reading, and of thinking about writing. I had to withhold judgment in ways that were challenging. I had to scrutinize the same ideas and sentences so many times it was dizzying. I had to ask Blatt to describe an array of unsavory acts, and then I had to ask him about his preference for classic rock and flat caps.
Lewis could have opted to moralize at length about Blatt's chosen line of work, and the sex tape industry in general. But the brilliance of her feature is that, while she doesn't shy away from the more troubling aspects of this story, she doesn't get preachy with readers, either. This was instructive, too. I'm genuinely curious about what readers' prevailing takeaways from this story are, and I'm guessing they vary pretty widely. Tell me yours in the comments below the article.
See you next week!
Eve
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