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Sarah Seltzer: Is The Voice A Progressive Alternative to American Idol?

June 29, 2011

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The success singing competition The Voice achieved by positing itself as the anti-Idol suggests America is ready to privilege talent over appearance.

By **Sarah Seltzer**

By arrangement with Alternet.Org.

I was never a fan of American Idol. The one season I watched, I had trouble with the ritual humiliation of the early-episode tryouts—as toneless, droning fans auditioned for the judges and were smacked down with varying degrees of condescension. This was occasionally funny, but after the novelty wore off, it was more often depressing. Even worse, the show really aimed to centerpiece this aspect, bringing back the most embarrassing tryout candidates for a weird and uncomfortable finale spectacular at which they were given faux-awards to immortalize their own strange behavior. The show even caught flak a few times for making a mocking spectacle of contestants with real problems beyond narcissistic delusion.

And then, of course, these souls were just the first to be given the boot. The show went through round after round of brutal eliminations, first by the judges and then by the public, which more often than not in recent years has resulted in winners who are flavorless, white, male and for the most part unsuccessful recording artists. Bodysnarking and policing of more “out-there” contestants has also been the norm on the show, particularly when judge Simon Cowell sat behind the table—and that attitude was reflected in the voting.

But on The Voice, the new singing show that has given Idol a genuine competitor—and that concluded last night—this ritual of embarrassment is completely absent. And it’s been done by opposing that brutal style and those bland results: of the eight finalists announced this week, not a single one was a white straight male.

That’s right—three were openly gay, and the majority of the contestants were people of color. Perhaps most amazingly, in the final round, the last four contestants included not a single straight white female, either: two were openly lesbian, three were people of color.

The Voice’s gimmick is summed up by its title: appearance doesn’t matter, but artistry does. All the contestants, even those who don’t advance past the first round, have hefty pipes from the get-go. They have been vetted offstage—and many already have fledgling music careers and albums out, or have been orphaned by record companies. And when they performed their first-round tryouts, the celebrity judges sat with their backs turned so they might judge them solely on “the voice.”

What’s most surprising about this blind audition is that although it faded away quickly once the contestants were chosen, its spirit pervaded the show. “I thought the show’s frame would immediately shift as soon as they turned their chairs around,” says Jennifer Pozner, author of Reality Bites Back: The Troubling Truth About Guilty Pleasure TV. “Instead, the framing of the show has cultivated a different response on the part of the audience.”

Pozner points to the success of contestant Beverley McClellan, an openly gay singer with a shaved head, body piercings and a non-traditional gender presentation. McClellan got “saved” by voters from the television audience—twice!—who were taken with her formidable chops and stage presence.

There’s something verging on inspiring, humbling, and cool about watching these mega-musical names jump up spontaneously and cheer for virtual unknowns.

Judging from previous voting on Idol, says Pozner, “I thought one of the skinny girls who looks more in the mode of the traditional pop star would be the one who got America’s vote.” Instead, she says, “voters were encouraged to vote based on talent.” And they did.

As a result of these “blind” tryouts and voting patterns that followed, McClellan was just one of a varied crew of finalists: fat, thin, older and younger, gay and straight (despite Idol producing gay stars like Clay Aiken and Adam Lambert, none of them came out publicly until the run was over) racially, ethically, and musically varied, and possessed of personal histories that render them more than vehicles for pop treacle, but instead, in most cases, genuine artists who need to be coached rather the created.

Enter the celebrity judges-slash-coaches: Christina Aguilera, Adam Levine of Maroon 5, Cee-Lo Green, and Blake Shelton. They aren’t just judges but they also selected “teams” of contestants and offered them pep talks and musical direction throughout the season, until these groomed groups of singers were eliminated one by one in a combination of judges’ decisions and nationwide voting. And the amount of times they begged the contestants to consider them friends, assured them that they loved them, and swore they were trying to do their best by their teams was nearly uncountable; it was a constant refrain.

This emphasis on collaboration, mentorship, cheering, and positivity that has kept viewers (like me) watching—if not at Idol levels, then at, nonetheless, impressive ones. Pozner jokes that the show’s focus on good vibes can almost be absurd at times: “not one person has been told anything negative.”

Silly, yes, but refreshing as well in a bleak, cliché-ridden reality TV landscape as well as a similarly stark economic climate, one marked by meanness in our politics and public life. “I would much rather see a show that is relentlessly positive than what is usually the case, which is sexism, blatant racial stereotypes, and preying on poor contestants’ economic realities,” Pozner notes.

Let’s be clear: The Voice is not a bastion of perfect progressivism. It’s commercial, it’s mainstream, it’s slick, some of the banter is contrived and awkward, and it still has those cheesy pauses before the elimination announcements are made. The contestants have been objectified by hosts, judges, and audience members. And despite its openly gay slate of contestants, the potentially homophobic tweets (and subsequent hasty apologies) of two of its judges have unfortunately muddied that progress some. The show has a lot of the typical traits, in other words, of highly commercial entertainment.

But, oh, the things The Voice doesn’t have! It doesn’t have overly long, tear-jerking manipulative montages of each contestant’s life, zeroing in on their pain and suffering. It doesn’t have staged photoshoots or an overemphasis on the appearance of the cast. It doesn’t pin its contestants down to archetypes based on those appearances. It doesn’t punish outspokenness or creative control—it praises those things.

Same goes for the judges. While there’s plenty of forced and awkward banter between the judges and contestants and host Carson Daly, it’s clear that the mentorship aspect of the competition is more important to these five celebrities than the competition aspect. There’s something verging on inspiring, humbling, and cool about watching these mega-musical names jump up spontaneously and cheer for virtual unknowns, telling them they are born stars and welling up with pride. Some of the “coaching” moments may be scripted, but the out and out enthusiasm and protectiveness and admiration the celebrity judges are expressing are not.

Sure, Idol is still a juggernaut and will likely remain so. But the success The Voice has achieved by positing itself as the anti-Idol makes me wonder if America is ready for something a little kinder, with a little more heart, and which (surprise!) has a little more substance, too.

Copyright 2011 Sarah Seltzer

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By arrangement with Alternet.Org.

Sarah Seltzer is an associate editor at AlterNet, a staff writer at RH Reality Check and a freelance writer based in New York City. Her work has been published in Jezebel.com and on the websites of the Nation, the Christian Science Monitor and the Wall Street Journal. Find her at sarahmseltzer.com.

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