Miss J. Fights With Tyra Sometimes

A man in baggy Sean John jeans, sitting with his legs spread waaaaay apart, muttered, “Because it’s effective.”

A woman stood up. “J., it’s because it’s conditioned behavior. It’s conditioned. You learn violence and it’s the only way you know to deal with things.” He looked puzzled, as if this were a totally new idea.

“I went through my wanting good hair phase, my wanting to be white phase, all my insecure phases,” he went on. He worked selling newspaper subscriptions from the age of 12 to finance his wardrobe, because his mother didn’t have the money for — or wouldn’t spend it on — the kinds of clothes he wanted. At his Catholic high school, he joined the choir. Because of the robes. “Couldn’t sing a lick, but I’d swish around in the robes like a ball gown. It felt good!” Once, when the Gay Pride parade was on television, his mother shushed him for making a homophobic comment. “She was there with her Flintstone’s jelly jar shot glass for the Dewar’s, smoking a Pall Mall Gold, and she said, ‘You should leave those boys alone.’ I said, ‘Me?’ She said, ‘Well, you are, aren’t you?'” Later, he was passed over for a job as a camp counselor. He’d gone to the interview in cut-off shorts and a tank top. “‘You didn’t get the job because they thought you were gay,’ said a friend. Thought?” exclaimed J., “It wasn’t a thought! I am!”

“Every time I’ve been called names, every time I’ve been chased — I like to fight though. Miss J. likes a good fight. I’ve fought in heels and ball gowns.”

Homophobia is not an issue he faced in the fashion industry — but racism is. Miss J., who sometimes works as a casting director, spoke of his disappointment at designers who won’t book black models. “The ones I hate the most are the designers who put one black girl in their show,” he said. “One.” He pointed to Kimora Lee Simmons as an example of a designer who always has diverse casts — I would add that Oscar de la Renta is another. One black model in a runway cast of 30 or 40 looks does announce itself as tokenism of the worst kind, but it still is worth remembering that a few seasons ago, there were many designers who booked zero black models.

“The man who signs those paychecks for those beauty contracts— his wife is white,” explained Miss J. “Theres a lot of black models that I think are absolutely beautiful. They don’t work enough.”

On the subject of weight, he similarly, and kind of obviously, charged designers with pushing an ideal body type that can be unhealthy to maintain. “I’ve had a couple of girls come in when we were casting for shows and they were turned away by he designers because, they said, they needed to lose weight. And I’m thinking, from where?” When a former male model — and Tyra show employee — in the audience asked about the apparent contradiction between Tyra Banks’ love-your-body, kiss-my-fat-ass daytime television act, and her simultaneous hosting of a show dedicated to makeovers and the achievement of, well, at least a version of the same beauty standard the fashion industry pushes (even if the industry has been slow to accept ANTM contestants into its ranks), Miss J. admitted, “Sometimes we argue, Tyra and I, about that.” Someone in the audience pointed out that fashion is a consumer-supported industry, and said that if people don’t buy magazines or brands that advertise with excessively thin or solely white models, those brands will go out of business. The populism of this sentiment drew nods and claps of approval.

Eight years ago, Miss J. and his boyfriend at the time were asked by one of their lesbian friends in Paris to donate sperm so that she could have a child. They mixed their donations together in a test tube, and though he turned out not to be the biological father, Miss J. takes obvious pride in the boy he calls his son. “He’s going through a Mozart phase right now,” he said, adding that the boy calls him “Papa deux” or “Alex.” Or, lately, thanks to another phase, “Silence, Africain!” (Quiet, you African!) Miss J. mimed a shocked face. “I told him that was not O.K. Je suis pas Africain, je suis Américain. He looked at me and said, ‘Non, t’es Africain.’ The black people he’s around are Africans; it’s what you’re exposed to, I guess…” The kid is also going through a phase where he thinks two men kissing is gross. “I told his mom, we gotta put a stop to that,” laughed Miss J. Then he posed for more pictures, and said he’d sign books for anyone who lined up. It looked like he would be there for a while.

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