Wednesday, June 26, 2019

[TAN Digest] E. Jean Carroll: A Molested Girl Scout & A MEAN GIRL in Love at 10

There's an excerpt in this week's issue of New York Magazine from E. Jean Carroll's What Do We Need Men For? A Modest Proposal where Carroll alleges that she was raped in Bergdorf Goodman by President Trump. In addition, she writes that when she was a nymphet, another pre-teen shoved objects into her vagina. And when she was a 12-year-old Girl Scout, after being crowned Miss Camp Ella J. Logan, she was repeatedly fondled by Cam, the waterfront director:

One day my parents gave a party. Everyone brought their kids. Arthur and Evelyn drove up from Indianapolis with James to the redbrick schoolhouse where we lived, deep in the hills north of Fort Wayne. As the parents drank cocktails in our big yard with the scent of the blooming wads of cash infusing every inch of Indiana just after WWII, the kids played up on the hill beside the schoolhouse.

James was 7 and a half or 8, a bloodthirsty, beautiful, relentless boy. He ordered everyone around, even the older kids. To me he said, “I’m going to shove this up you again.”

We’d played this game before. Our families had gone on a camping trip to Pokagon State Park, and I learned that an object could be shoved up the place where I tinkled. I don’t remember now what it was, probably a stick, or maybe a rock. It felt like being cut with a knife. I remember I bled.

Beauty contests are such a rage when I am growing up that my camp — a Girl Scout camp! — holds yearly pageants. So it happens that the first beauty contest I am nominated for is Miss Camp Ella J. Logan. 

There is no talent portion at camp, alas. We contestants walk up and down the dock; the judges, who’ve roared across the lake in a magnificent Chris-Craft and who are now seated in deck chairs, call my name.

I walk over and whisper: “What?”

They whisper: “You are Miss Camp Ella J. Logan.”

After they put the papier-mâché crown on my head, the cape on my shoulders, and give me the baton covered in Reynolds Wrap, Old Cam, No. 6 on the Most Hideous Men of My Life List, the waterfront director, takes me out in a boat and runs his hands under my shirt and up my shorts. He is breathing and moving his hand slowly and hotly, and I fight no battles in my head. My mind goes white. This is Cam. This is the man who has watched me grow from an 8-year-old Brownie Scout, and his notice is an honor. This is Cam, who teaches me to swim and dive and awards me the coveted White Cap! This is Cam, who continues to run his hand inside my shorts and under my blouse — even in the dining room during dinner, under the table, squeezing my thighs, shoving his fingers — saying, “You’re my girl. You’re my girl. You’re my girl,” and making me Girl Scout–promise “not to tell anyone.”

He does this until I go home. I am 12.

The book for Mean Girls (the musical) and the script for Mean Girls (2004) (the film) was written by Tina Fey. The musical opened on Broadway in April of 2018 at the August Wilson Theatre, but since the tickets are cost prohibitive for most New York City based writers, we had to rely on a bootleg YouTube video of the musical and a bootleg copy of the book to write this post.

The musical is (mostly) set at North Shore High School and is centered around Cady who moved to Chicago from Kenya and due to "dodgy decisions cause[d] another girl to get hit by a bus.  [...] IT'S A CAUTIONARY TALE\OF FEAR AND LUST AND PRIDE,\BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS\WHERE PEOPLE DIED

But before Cady moved to Chicago, she fell in love twice. When she was five-years-old, she fell in love with a Kenyan who "LITERALLY" ran from her. And when she was ten, she fell "IN LOVE. AGAIN.\ [WITH] THIS PEACE CORPS GUY\I WAITED FOR HOURS\INSIDE HIS TENT WITH FLOWERS

This reminds me of Blame It On Rio (1984) where 17-year-old Jennifer (Michelle Johnson) used her youthful beauty and insatiable libido to seduce Matthew (Michael Caine), her father's 49-year-old best friend.

Jennifer shared with Matthew that her love for him actually began when she was ten-years-old. "I love you [...] I used to pretend [...] that we were married [...] when I was ten."

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