The Blue Devil in Miss Belle Knox: Meet Duke Porn Star Miriam Weeks
It’s a soggy spring night, closing in on 10:00, and Duke freshman Miriam Weeks is on the hunt for new panties. Which in someone’s fantasy is probably a pretty standard way for a college coed to pass a Wednesday night after a day of classes – in Weeks’ case, two sociology courses and a women’s-studies seminar on the “politics of pleasure.” But these panties have a higher calling. Two days from now, at a convention called Exxxotica, in Atlantic City, she will try to sell them for upward of $50 apiece to the men (and women!) who find themselves sexually aroused by any of the 30 to 35 pornographic film scenes in which Weeks has appeared since she entered the adult-entertainment industry in November.
So Weeks needs panties. “Cheap panties,” she says wearily, gazing with big brown doe eyes out the car window as Duke’s hallowed halls give way to Durham’s less-hallowed strip malls. “Do you think the Dollar Store would have them?”
It’s been only a matter of weeks since news broke that a freshman at Duke University was paying her way through college by getting frisky on film, and Weeks’ hornier alter ego, Belle Knox (“Belle” from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast and “Knox” because of her fascination with Amanda Knox: “I tried to find a name that wouldn’t really stick in people’s minds”), became a matter of national debate. It wasn’t the first time a college woman had ever done porn, of course, but America’s collective consciousness seemed both scandalized and titillated by the idea of a woman from as prestigious a school as Duke choosing to do so. On the one hand, said some, why shouldn’t a consenting adult engage in a perfectly legal profession in order to better herself through higher learning? And what right does society have to tell women what to do or not do with their bodies, anyway? But, on the other hand, you know, WTF?
In the ensuing media frenzy, Dr. Drew told Weeks that if he were her father, he would “be chompin’ down on a cyanide capsule.” Piers Morgan asked Weeks how she would feel if she had a daughter who wanted to be a porn star. On The View, Sherri Shepherd said that in direct response to Weeks’ decisions, “My heart just breaks. It really, really does.” Meanwhile, Howard Stern asked, “Are you wearing underwear or no?” Weeks, a women’s-studies and sociology major, did not shrink back from her public slut-shaming. Instead, giggling like the teenager she happens to be, she came forward as both a feminist and a “voice” for women in the porn industry.
All of which is to say that it’s been a topsy-turvy kind of freshman year for Ms. Miriam Weeks, the type of freshman year that’s brought such fame and infamy that she can, and will, sell her panties to the highest bidder. A traffic light turns green and onward she goes.
Belle Knox demands to be anonymous. She deserves to be anonymous. She’s just trying to afford tuition. You have no right to know who she is or anything about her. Don’t even THINK about using her real name on your website or she will sue you to hell. All she wants to do is feel empowered and express her femininity. Now excuse her while she sells her panties for 50 bucks a pop at a monster porn convention then has Rolling Stone Magazine do a feature about it with her full color picture and real name while wearing a Duke shirt.
Love porn stars. Love confident women. HATE hypocrites.
PS – I’ll tell you what. I don’t respect a single thing about Belle Knox EXCEPT for the fact that she eats a tupperware full of mashed potatoes for breakfast.
When I first meet Weeks, the day before, she wears a rumpled navy jacket and glasses, and carries in one hand a breakfast of mashed potatoes and in the other a pink backpack.
That is just an unbelievable power breakfast move.