Never make history.
In more or less words, most college journalism students learn something similar to the statement above while also forging their way through years of AP-style quizzes, First Amendment breakdowns, and PR prep. Your motives should tell the story, not you. It’s a simple, unshakable rule that is broken from time to time when journalists’ coverage becomes as interesting as their subjects; see: All the President’s men, headlightor she said.
It’s clear that infamous celebrity gossip account Deuxmoi never learned that rule. Deuxmoi, a pseudonym shared by two women whose true identities finally came to light earlier this year, believes a prominent reporter who writes on a wide range of subjects is of Joe Biden’s whereabouts (shockingly, he’s in Washington, DC) to nasty celebrity breakups. But “she” is not a journalist. The Deuxmoi account babbles on anonymous tips from around the world about celebs, turning their personal lives into a hobby instead of what they really are – real, human lives. What’s more, Deux has now turned into history with a narcissistic (and boring) novel about her rise to fame, a move that undermines any notion that her goal was ever to spread the truth about celebs. No, it was always about becoming famous herself.
Though she doesn’t claim to be a journalist, the blogger treats her job — essentially gossiping — as something akin to journalism. But she doesn’t “tell stories,” as she likes to suggest. It doesn’t give average people the power to hold extraordinary people accountable. Crossing a line between what constitutes public and private life, Deuxmoi shares intimate details about people (even people, despite being celebrities) that a true, ethical journalist would never dare to reveal.
Her latest attempt at justification comes via an origin story in the form of her debut novel, anon pls. But the book, which Warner Bros. Discovery has already signed on to develop into an entire HBO Max series, is a sad, boring, cruel attempt to excuse Deuxmoi for her reckless behavior. Read like a Riff On Emily in Paris and The devil Wears Prada, anon pls follows Cricket Lopez, an unlucky assistant who fails to impress her boss, a famous celebrity stylist. So tired of her job and the drama that A-listers bring, Cricket turns her old-fashioned Instagram account into a full-blown gossip account. It’s called – guess what – Deuxmoi.
Like the real account, Cricket is slowly growing a large following by soliciting and posting blind articles, anonymous tips about famous people that she doesn’t verify. A tip leads to a cross-industry settlement. By the end of the book, hundreds of thousands of people are clicking Deuxmoi to find out where celebrities are eating or what drama is brewing.
As she blows up celebrity personal lives, Cricket keeps trying to justify the account’s purpose: Celebs are real people, just like us, she explains. It’s okay for her to post all this unverified gossip because she doesn’t actually claim to be a journalist. It’s okay because celebs deserve it; They are millionaires and billionaires without shame. It’s okay because she’s bored. What’s the difference between revealing the exact location of friends and gossiping with your friends? Completely normal human behavior. To top it off, Cricket rarely face consequences for their actions – and neither does Deuxmoi. Both the account and the character rely on the drama of strangers to keep their fuse lit.
Does that make DeuxMoi malicious? Not really; at least not inside anon pls. But the way the report airs the most private, specific details about celebrity personal lives, from relationships to whereabouts, revolves around villainy. Laughing at Katy Perry tossing pizza at the crowd or Cate Blanchett burping on Hot Ones — that’s real celebrity gossip. Even the mess behind it don’t worry darling, minus the Shia LaBeouf edition, has a place in the realm of frivolous fun-babble. But where do celebs dine, where do they live, their heartbreaks and secret relationships? This is not information that anyone needs to know or should deserve. But Deux thinks she should be given a free pass to do so with celebs when people have gotten hurt (or worse) because of these kinds of posts.
Cricket’s reason for keeping the account isn’t as insightful as Deuxmoi hopes. Cricket has a sad, miserable life as a single woman in New York City (her boss hates her and her two closest friends are happily in relationships), so she turns to the post about the lives of strangers to find some solace in her own Find . anon pls Try being feminist for a minute, with Cricket opening the floodgates with tips sent by female victims of an abusive actor (he’s a “vampire” reminiscent of the saga of Armie Hammer’s alleged cannibalism). But whisper networks can equally have non-feminist outcomes or motives. There’s a reason journalists work to confirm information and similarly aim to keep themselves out of the story. Neither Cricket nor Deux can assuage her conscience by simply saying she doesn’t know the veracity of the claims she receives, nor can she keep her prejudices out of the stories she tells.
This dilemma has come to the fore in recent months Deux regularly destroys abuse survivors. Not only does it publish a number of claims in favor of alleged perpetrators, such as Johnny Depp, the blogger has taken it upon herself to add her own thoughts on specific allegations. For example: When Constance Wu brought allegations of sexual assault against her degrees off the boat producer in September, wrote a deux trailer asking if the story was “real”. Deux raised the question inherently posed against the victims, and she, too, questioned the validity of Wu’s claims.
“I can’t imagine anyone dreaming that up,” she replied. “But…”
Additionally, the account has taken a liking to posting about allegations of abuse between Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, specifically becoming a mouthpiece for Pitt’s side of the affair. She’s posted tips suggesting, for example, that his alleged abuse of Angelina Jolie “is ultimately not going to affect him” and that “Hollywood loves a redemption story.” Choosing to present their own ideas about the trauma of famous people is not gossip. It’s a sad way to engage followers, as she craves relevancy and claws for attention in the ongoing backlash against #MeToo.
In Deux’s opinion, it’s particularly difficult to take stock when you know how her blind item operation sometimes works. In the novel, Cricket admits to faking a handful of picks that the account “received”. She forces her friends to send anonymous messages about things they may or may not have seen, or worse, send them themselves to increase account visibility. These fake tips aren’t fake, and there’s a chance this part of the novel is fictionalized, but something about it feels so fake. When IRL Deuxmoi posts lengthy tipster messages in favor of Brad Pitt, it’s plausible that she’s just sending those messages in herself, distorting a narrative in favor of whoever she chooses.
This isn’t the kind of behavior that should be rewarded with a book, a TV show, or the many followers she’s amassed on Instagram. Honestly, what the account deserves is getting embarrassed off the internet for “baring” (read: violating the privacy of) celebs of all fame levels. Deuxmoi manages nothing but a garish spectacle reminiscent of 2000s tabloid reporters interrogating Britney Spears and paparazzi chasing Lindsay Lohan, or even like the British scoundrels who recently attacked Meghan Markle with racially coded malice for her distance from the royal family have pursued.
With anon pls, Deuxmoi makes it even clearer that she is not a whistleblower. Despite this whole semi-autobiographical book, Cricket Lopez isn’t the story, and neither is Deuxmoi. anon pls cements the blogger’s faltering relationship with the world of PR, celebrity and journalism — by dipping her toes in every bucket, she’s watered down her personality to the point where it no longer warrants an ongoing fascination.
https://www.thedailybeast.com/obsessed/anon-pls-review-new-novel-by-celebrity-gossip-blogger-deuxmoi-is-as-bad-as-her-posts?source=articles&via=rss ‘Anon Pls’ Review – New Novel by Celebrity Gossip Blogger Deuxmoi is as bad as her posts