In addition to what I said about the Netflix documentary about Sean Combs, the makers of the series suggest that Combs was acquitted of the charges relating to his longtime girlfriend Cassie Ventura because the jurors were fans and couldn’t bear to convict the mega star.
It’s true that the two jurors interviewed for the film behaved on camera like lovelorn groupies. But nobody would have convicted on the Cassie charges. She spent a decade in a relationship with Puff. There’s a mountain of emails where she begs him for every perversion to which he subjected her. In the moral framework we currently inhabit, no objections can be raised once we know that she consented.
We have turned consent into the cornerstone of our morality, and Cassie not only consented but insisted. Our worship of consent makes us unable to say that something is perverted. We can’t say that it’s immoral and disgusting. As long as everybody consented, we are supposed to say that it’s all good. A loving sex act between husband and wife is supposed to carry the same moral value as Combs’ freakoffs with a crowd of eager male and female whores. God forbid, we say that any consensual action is morally superior to any other. No, no, no. Everything is equal to everything else. The only morality is that of choice. If people exercised their consumerist right to choose, nobody is supposed to have any objections.
Consumerism is our God. A minimal prison sentence for Combs is unavoidable. It’s a miracle he got convicted of anything at all.
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