Ecoporn Exposed

It's time for the environmental movement to start truly baring all
Lydia Millet High Country News
September / October 2004
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I'm gazing wistfully at a towering red-rock butte bathed in gentle sunset light, shades of brown to violet framed against a meek background of sky. It's massive but tame, brooding but well-mannered, broad-shouldered but shy. Its silence is nothing short of submissive.

It's the January pinup in the Nature Conservancy's calendar. Environmental organizations and independent entrepreneurs yearly churn out glossy wall charts and engagement books for the consumption of nature-loving citizens like myself -- grizzly cubs from the Nature Conservancy are on the menu, for instance; spotted dolphins and two albatrosses with their beaks interlocked from the Sierra Club; and, from Audubon, a polar bear perched with all four paws together like a performing bear in a circus, as well as a mother-and-baby baboon and mother-and-baby koala, perfectly groomed, hugging each other cutely and looking straight at the camera, with big, dark, inviting pools of eyes.

As I flip through these adorable menageries, I'm reminded of nothing so much as my twentysomething days working for slaves' wages as a copy editor at Hustler Magazine. I'm reminded of models named Tammi and Lynda, buck naked and intertwined, long tresses artfully arranged to frame obscenely augmented breasts, who also hugged each other -- although not so cutely -- and looked straight at the camera with big, dark, inviting pools of eyes.

At first glance, a girl-girl spread in Hustler has little in common with a twin-albatross picture in an Audubon engagement calendar. But both are clearly porn. They offer comfort to the viewer: They will always be there, ideal, unblemished, available. They offer gratification without social cost; they satiate by providing objects for fantasy without making uncomfortable demands on the subject.

The landscape photographs featured in the calendars may not play quite as facilely on the heartstrings of the average American wildlife consumer as baby animals, but they too are blatantly pornographic. We see the Grand Canyon, cliffs lit orange, with snow in the foreground; we see a fuchsia fog unrolling endlessly over the Northern Cascades under a golden sky; we see an emerald-green pool surrounded by red rock in Havasu Canyon.

This is picture-book nature, scenic and sublime, praiseworthy but not battle-worthy. Tarted up into perfectly circumscribed simulations of the wild, these props of mainstream environmentalism serve as surrogates for real engagement with wilderness, the way porn models serve as surrogates for real women. They are placebos substituting for triage.

And they don't even get us off. Nature calendars rely on a hackneyed canon of evocations that no longer serves a purpose. Their girlish good looks have aged poorly. At best, they elicit a regretful nostalgia for a never-known past of unspoiled landscapes; at worst, they reassure us disingenuously that the last great places are safe and sound.

They go largely unnoticed, and yet they reveal a broad truth about the environmental movement: It has failed to generate a compelling language for itself. Its propaganda falls flat, its style is outdated, its rhetoric is stale. It needs to be reborn.

So what's next? Next is all or nothing -- either a critical facelift for environmentalism or a long slow slide into obsolescence. A soft aesthetic produces soft results. So-called 'radical' environmentalists and little-read deep ecologists hark to our 'duty' to preserve and care for nature, poignantly calling for a profound paradigm shift that will allow the human race to see beyond its own wants, needs, and foibles to a Higher Love -- a tall order for people who can't decide whether to use paper or plastic.

To survive, the environmental movement needs to do what the far right has done so well since the advent of Ronald Reagan: find base and selfish selling points for our product. Make people afraid not to buy. Wilderness and biodiversity conservation in the 21st century will mean national security, food security, atmospheric security -- in short, survival. Environmentalists have a powerful product, and the onus is on them to use powerful tools for the sale.

Doomsaying alone is not the ticket. Environmental advertising has to define a new style for itself, a style with unapologetic momentum, a hardball-playing, fast-moving engagement with the realities of anthropogenic devastation. It can no longer shrink from the rude, the vicious, or the unsightly. Think of Richard Misrach's stunning photography book Violent Legacies, which features desecrated toxic landscapes rendered lovely by tragedy and good composition. Consider the gentler and colder work of Lee Friedlander in The Desert Seen, which sacrifices touristic prettiness for a near-clinical complexity, or the work of Lynn Davis in Wonders of the African World, the companion book to the Henry Louis Gates public television series, which shows us that landscape and preindustrial architecture, the natural and the contrived, may be similarly formal expressions of a dignity elicited by the desert's rigors.

If environmentalism wants to hold off the end of nature, it is going to have to stop relying on the static prettiness of landscapes and the staged cuteness of animals to gather new recruits. What it needs is not a well-meaning posse of smiling grannies handing out Hallmark cards in the mall, but the guts to assault us with the ugly effects of our own appetites.

Reprinted from High Country News (April 2004). Subscriptions: $32/yr. (24 issues) from 119 Grand Ave, Paonia, CO 81428; www.hcn.org A longer version of this essay originally appeared in Naked: Writers Uncover the Way We Live on Earth (Four Walls Eight Windows, 2004), edited by Susan Zakin.


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dorrie_2
1/6/2009 11:11:28 AM
Ecopornography...it's one thing for voyeurs to look at pictures of naked nature (or naked woman), so what makes it so acceptable therefore to "engage with the wilderness" rather than just look at it in a picture. I think today people have an overblown sense of entitlement to go forth into "nature" and actually see with their own eyes and touch and feel it, where perhaps in the past indigenous populations would not have dreamed of doing so to a place normally inaccessible. there are eco-safaris to gawk at wildlife in africa. you can have an eco-hike into the amazon jungle. you can get a helicopter to drop you off in the back country of the rockies where no man or woman has ever gone before. it's our inalienable right, apparently, to see it all, and "kiss a fish" literally. I once saw a power point presentation of an eco-tourism company that had the highlight slide of a woman from the financial district who had never been out of the city, helicoptered to a remote location in northern british columbia where she got to kiss a very large fish the guide had scooped out of the water for her. why is this any different from a sex-tour of thailand? alas, i am too old for this, having grown up in the 1950's in central British Columbia, we actually had respect for the "back country" and considered people who insisted on going into it a bit loonie. The back country is wild for a reason, you know.


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