It’s all over the news here in NY, and, I imagine, elsewhere in the States: RUSSIAN SPY RING BUSTED!!!
That’s right, 10 individuals were arrested on espionage charges, although at this point it looks like in the decade or more they’ve been…er, espionaging…they’ve failed to pass on any info of particular interest.
Is there a story here? Sure! Especially if you just can’t get over the Cold War, and/or are fascinated by the cocktacular adventures found in Ian Fleming novels. Because not only do we have Russian spies, we have a SEX-AY LAD-AY!
Fully half of the coverage I’ve read or seen on this story has focused largely on one of the alleged spies, Anna Chapman, variously described as a “flame-haired, green-eyed femme fatale,” a 007-worthy beauty,” a striking redhead,” a “bombshell,” a “sexy Russian spy,” and so forth, usually accompanied by several photographs. She’s got red hair! She wears high heels and designer jeans! But classy! Not like Lady Gaga! (Oh, Christian Science Monitor, not you too!) You might want to fuck her! Or not! YOU BE THE JUDGE!
And readers are doing just that: “She can spy on me anytime! LOL” “I’d like to interrogate her, if you know what I mean!” “Eh, she’s not so hot.” “I’d hit it.”
I’m honestly not terribly interested in the details of this case, but am decidedly anti-interested in seeing the discourse surrounding a federal crime turn into TMZ-bait and wank-fodder.
I bet she’s offered a shit-ton of rubles to pose nude by the end of the week. This is your media, English-speaking world. I’m sure you’re as proud as I am.