The most committed foes of identity politics are those who cling to it like a life raft. Vivian James, Madonna-like, absolves abusive gamers of their prejudice and harassment. Victoria blesses the fashion show, enjoining men with a wink and a smile to ogle. Ashley is the patron saint of adultery; the woman’s body is a blessing, a license. None could do their work without the female body granted them by their Pygmalions.