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Gender, Pathology, Spectacle 67<br />

in that it could only be an outside (and uncontrollable) force that could<br />

drive Glenda away from her familial responsibilities. After all, she was<br />

“happy” before <strong>the</strong> computer entered her life. Eventually, Glenda came<br />

to realize that Jeepers was “not real,” not her “true” self, and as Glenda<br />

is depicted performing <strong>the</strong> “appropriately” feminine substitute activity<br />

of knitting, <strong>the</strong> segment concludes with commentary by reporter Keith<br />

Morrison: “[Glenda] still sees <strong>the</strong> man she met online . . . [but <strong>the</strong>y<br />

have <strong>the</strong>ir problems]. . . .She’s gotten a job and lives alone. She still<br />

has a computer. . . .But she works now and has little time to chat.” It is<br />

reported that, eventually, Glenda saw <strong>the</strong> errors of her ways and was<br />

brought back to “normality” to be, according to Morrison, “like <strong>the</strong><br />

vast majority of <strong>the</strong> over 10 million Americans online.” And Glenda’s<br />

televised confession functions as part of <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>rapeutic return to her<br />

“true” self, and as a “cautionary tale” to help o<strong>the</strong>r people avoid <strong>the</strong><br />

dangerous lure of <strong>the</strong> Internet. 1<br />

If Glenda’s <strong>the</strong>rapeutic recovery and eventual truth-telling of her<br />

“cautionary tale” is considered through <strong>the</strong> lens of Foucault’s notion of<br />

“confession,” we can explore Glenda’s story as a product and apparatus<br />

of power, and as implicated in <strong>the</strong> broader governing of <strong>the</strong> social body.<br />

Foucault (1978) describes Western society as “a singularly confessing<br />

society” (p. 62). He posits that <strong>the</strong> modern “obligation to confess is now<br />

related through so many different points, is so deeply ingrained in us,<br />

that we no longer perceive it as <strong>the</strong> effect of a power that constrains us”<br />

(p. 62). Foucault insists that truth is not simply “free” and waiting to be<br />

released from repression but, ra<strong>the</strong>r, its production is thoroughly imbued<br />

with relations of power. The practice of confession is an emblematic<br />

example of this dynamic (p. 60). Yet, signifi cantly, <strong>the</strong> confession is not<br />

coerced from a power located “above” but is formed from below “as an<br />

obligatory act of speech. . . . And this discourse of truth fi nally takes<br />

effect, not in <strong>the</strong> one who receives it, but in <strong>the</strong> one from whom it is<br />

wrested” (p. 62). One confesses—or is forced to confess:<br />

The confession is a ritual of discourse in which <strong>the</strong> speaking subject is<br />

also <strong>the</strong> subject of <strong>the</strong> statement; it is also a ritual that unfolds within a<br />

power relationship, for one does not confess without <strong>the</strong> presence (or<br />

virtual presence) of a partner who is not simply <strong>the</strong> interlocutor but<br />

<strong>the</strong> authority who requires <strong>the</strong> confession, prescribes, and appreciates<br />

it, and intervenes in order to judge, punish, forgive, console, and<br />

reconcile; a ritual in which <strong>the</strong> truth is corroborated by <strong>the</strong> obstacles<br />

and resistances it has had to surmount in order to be formulated;<br />

and fi nally, a ritual in which <strong>the</strong> expression alone, independently of<br />

its external consequences, produces intrinsic modifi cations in <strong>the</strong>

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