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Meanwhile, I watched my friends’ lives move forward. In 2006, I graduated with a master’s in social psychology.
My master’s thesis examined social bias in the courtroom and was titled “In Search of the Impartial Juror: An Exploration of Pretrial Publicity and the Third Person Effect.” I liked to joke that I was trading the blue dress for blue stockings, and the degree provided new scaffolding to hang my life experiences on.
We have created, to borrow a term from historian Nicolaus Mills, a “culture of humiliation” that not only encourages and revels in Schadenfreude but also rewards those who humiliate others, from the ranks of the paparazzi to the gossip bloggers, the late-night comedians, and the Web “entrepreneurs” who profit from clandestine videos. We can tweet a revolution in the streets or chronicle achievements large and small.
In my own case, each easy click of that You Tube link reinforces the archetype, despite my efforts to parry it away: Me, America’s B. For several years I tried my hand in the fashion-accessory business and became involved in various media projects, including the HBO documentary. (The last major interview I granted was 10 years ago.) After all, not lying low had exposed me to criticism for trying to “capitalize” on my “notoriety.” Apparently, others talking about me is O. I turned down offers that would have earned me more than million, because they didn’t feel like the right thing to do. My professors and fellow students at the London School of Economics were wonderful—welcoming and respectful.