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It was May when humans realized we were in a war with the orcas — although the orcas had declared war long before that.
A May 18 story on the website Live Science reported that attacks by orcas had been growing in frequency since 2020; last month, they sank three boats off the Iberian coast in Europe. Alfredo López Fernandez, a biologist at the University of Aveiro in Portugal, speculated that the attacks were inspired by White Gladis, an orca who had been traumatized by a boat. Gladis, after this “critical moment of agony,” had begun ramming into boats, inspiring other whales to do the same.
It didn’t take long for the story to go viral — and for many people to take the side of the whales. As one meme puts it, “I’m joining the war on the orcas on the side of the orcas.” People made t-shirts and stickers with the pun “orcanize”; others images of orcas with the phrases “Join the orca uprising” and “Fuck them yachts” written in glittery lettering. The roiling force of the internet content machine — along with TV news and social media — keep churning out whale stories, and we keep consuming them.
Stories of whales attacking boats are nothing new. As researchers have noted, even this recent round of attacks began well before May. We don’t even know if White Gladis is actually leading an army of angry orcas or if it’s just a temporary cetacean fad. Once, in 1987, a female orca wore a dead salmon on her head; weeks later, two other pods of orcas were all wearing salmon as hats! But it doesn’t matter. Not really. Because these orcas have captured the American cultural imagination. This is the summer of the whale. And popular sentiment favors the whales.
In Slate, environmental historian Anna Guasco speculated about why this moment in whale violence feels different. “Part of what makes these boat-sinking whales into anti-capitalist allies is their choice of targets,” Guasco wrote. “Much of the coverage and response focuses on the whales’ attacking yachts in a popular European vacationing location. These yachts symbolize excesses of wealth under capitalism. This story simply wouldn’t have the same appeal or political resonance if the whales weren’t targeting symbols of wealth, waste, and opulence.”
It’s not shocking that Americans are gripped by pro-whale sentiment, given that most of us have more in common with an orca than with someone who can afford a yacht.
Americans’ wages remain stagnant even as corporate profits hit record highs and inflation keeps rising, and support for labor unions is at an all-time high. America has the largest income and wealth inequality gap of all the developed nations. America also has a gender pay gap that hasn’t budged for 20 years — a pay gap that’s even greater when race is taken into account. And none of these gaps are closing. 100 million people in America have medical debt — debt they acquired for having the audacity to stay alive. America is a country where the poor get poorer, the rich get richer, and in response, workers are told they aren’t working hard enough.
Additionally, it’s been one year since the Supreme Court overturned the right to an abortion, putting what were once protected rights into absolute chaos. People are dying because of this decision. And two of the men who were part of reversing Roe have been caught taking large undisclosed financial gifts from billionaires.
It’s not shocking that Americans are gripped by pro-whale sentiment, given that most of us have more in common with an orca than with someone who can afford a yacht.
But it’s not just the money. Recently, I went to a dinner party where a woman who was in the process of getting a divorce told me that she was Gladis and that Gladis is all of us. She showed me some whale memes and talked about getting an orca tattoo. “The whales haven’t forgiven us for Sea World,” she said, “and honestly, neither have I. I was raised on Free Willy.”
Every day there’s fresh news about attacks on Americans’ autonomy — transgender kids, drag queens, women seeking healthcare. Living in a system that is killing us slowly and deliberately, that daily assaults our lives and our livelihoods, gives many of us a feeling of common cause with sea creatures, whose homes and families we have done so much to destroy.
It doesn’t feel like an accident that this summer the seas, and the land are teeming with a darker sense of schadenfreude — angry Americans memeifying the deaths of the wealthy, and orcas ramming into the boats.
Writing in the Boston Review, Alexis Pauline Grumbs notes that “a deadly system doesn’t have to seem like it’s targeting you directly to kill you consistently.” She describes one whale who survived a propeller wound as a baby only to die of that wound many years later when it was reopened during her pregnancy. And another who “had given birth eight times, survived entanglement five different times, and had scars from multiple boat strikes and propellers. And at least three of her children died from entanglement before she died. Maybe you know something about what it means to bear the constant wounding of a system that says it’s about something else entirely.”
We, too, are being wounded and killed by the larger structure in which we’re all embedded. Directly and indirectly, we are drowning.
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In 2021, I wrote a summer manifesto that remains one of my most popular newsletters.
The Summer of the Whale
So, yesterday I went to the dentist for the first time in 11 years. I haven't had dental insurance, or the money to pay out of pocket for basic dental care since my marriage ended, but now I have both insurance and the money for co-pays, so I went. And I come from a family ( a mother, really) with serious dental trauma, so I was apprehensive to say the least. It went well, though. No bleeding gums. No cavities. The hygienist didn't shame me, and instead told me I had beautiful teeth, which was a nice surprise.
I'm super grateful and yet the whole thing makes me feel like one of those orcas in captivity. Like, I've got plenty of fish to eat now and no boats are ramming me or tangling me in nets, but I shouldn't HAVE TO think about whether or not a job has good benefits and whether or not those benefits outweigh my desire to write full-time, which affords me neither consistent income nor benefits. This goddamn country has plenty of money. We should have universal healthcare which includes dental and vision coverage because it's all the same damn body, but we'd rather fund war and oil subsidies and a bunch of other heinous bullshit.
There are so few of us that are actually free creatures, and even those few free creatures have acquired their freedom at the expense of the rest of us, which is not really freedom, either. No wonder people are Team Orca. We have a primal desire to be free and we know that we're not.
I love your writing! Honestly, subscribing has been a great decision.
I think the orcas got less attention in France. But I have to say when I did read about them there was a feeling of “same girl, same” and I live in a country with a social support system, socialised medicine and where they are trying to enshrine the right to terminate a pregnancy in the constitution... but oh my got as a 43 yr old married woman I am so over everything at the moment. I feel like I was brought up with the idea that women could do it all. And the men we married were also brought up to think women could do it all and they didn’t need to chip in.
My husband and his business partner are not on good terms and he wants to leave the business. After several months of this I flipped out at him this morning and told him I could not physically earn the money needed to keep the household going and keep the household going and in no uncertain terms was he allowed to do anything without a plan B ready to go. He had to suck it up.
I’m exhausted all the time, my mind has at least 100 tabs open at any one time. I’m sitting here mentally compiling a grocery list, I need to vacuum the living room and change the cat litter. I have a work deadline looming. We have lunch guests coming Saturday. My daughter is supposed to be in two places at once, 30km apart, on Saturday evening. I need to start prepping packing to go to my parents next week.
Yet his little business disagreement has completely derailed him and he’s sulking because I said that him going to a party on Friday night would be complicated given everything else we have to do this weekend.
Please someone explain to me how men have been in charge of this planet for so long?!
Oh. And the cat’s just yacked up a fur ball on the rug.
Rant over. It’s been a day.