The Amanda Knox verdict – and it’s back to square one for femme fatales and incompetent journalism
So she’s been acquitted. The modern-day Mona Lisa portrayed as both angelic saint and sex-craving murderess has returned to sleepy suburbia. Her wish, according to her family, simply to lie in the grass and paint.
How terribly disappointing. I certainly was disappointed, not because she was acquitted, (because in reality I’m not particularly convinced anyone really cared about the outcome of the trial, besides the involved parties’ family and friends) but disappointed for the incompetence, ignorance and hypocrisy the trial revealed.
The interest was quick to develop into a threatening juggernaut with an insatiable appetite for drama, spitting out the bones of truth with derision. Unimportant details and musings were leaked; Knox turning cartwheels in custody, Knox turning heads with her attractive, expressionless face. The greedy kings of the media at their banquet, fingers twitching indecisively over which juicy morsel of speculation to feast on first, became impatient. So much so, that in their haste to get the first delectable scoop, erroneously reported that Knox was guilty of murder. It demonstrates a disturbing trend amongst journalists to feed a scandal-starved nation with frivolous detail and downright lies. Yet the joke is on us: we deride them once mistakes are made and unethical practices come to light, yet we shamefully lust after every single detail of this enigmatic girl and her nearly doomed fate.
From ingeniously capturing Knox with a ring of electrical lights framing her face, to the prosecution indulging his audience with scenes of diabolical debauchery, the focus on Knox’s appearance was similarly disappointing. It proved the necessity of such recent feminist movements like the ‘slut walks’ to convince the world that attractive, provocative women who enjoy sex do not deserve to be treated as inferior, or in this case downright evil. Her nickname ‘foxy Knoxy’, Italian police claiming she ‘smelled of sex’and pathetic assertions from all pockets of the media, proved that the odds are still firmly stacked against sexually liberated women. I inwardly cry for the obsession with the superficial whenever women come under scrutiny. Shamefully, appearance is still everything.
The media neglected its responsibility in making this a front page story, callously suggesting it was important and concerned us all. There are far more important events happening in our world, which are of universal and everyday importance. It’s just inconvenient that at the centre of a recession or a famine there is no mysterious attractive female to be fawned over. What a disappointment.