What Matters Who Writes? What Matters Who Responds?

Andrea Lunsford, Rebecca Rickly, Michael Salvo, and Susan West

I've been reading Wired  religiously for about five months now, and though I am in some ways fascinated by it, I am also disturbed. Take the current issue, for instance, the December '95 one (at the time of the construction of this web, it was  the curent issue). The relentless devotion to fragmented presentation, each page a maze of sidebars and all in day-glo colors, is one thing. But take a closer look, and you will see a fairly conservative magazine, sometimes even extremely conservative. And by mostly white guys, or it sure sounds like it. You'll look far and wide for a woman contributor, or for anything about women or the role women play (or should play) in cyberspace. Or for anything about the growing gulf between haves (who can get Wired ) and have nots (who are simply, more often than not, wired). The present issue is no different. It opens, on the inside cover, with a two page advertisement for Dewar's scotch. To the right is a balding white bartender, black bowtie and white shirt on, leaning on the bar. On the left is a glass of (supposedly) Dewar's and the caption, "Do you really want to ask this guy to give you a 'Screaming Orgasm'?" Excuse me? Following this (non)opening come gobs of pages of ads and then a series of articles that are often hard to distinguish from the adds. Check it out. Esther Dyson appears to be one of the few women who get published in Wired  -- see also her interview with Newt Gingrich, which is very complimentary to the speaker.

Postmodern (un)grounding * Collaboration * Copy(w)right/Ownership * Possible Futures

Title Page * Conclusions