Almost a year ago to the day, my colleague Greg Marx wrote on the peculiar relationship reporters have with Supreme Court nomination hearings. He summed up the blanket coverage/muted interest dichotomy as such:
When it comes to media coverage, Supreme Court nomination hearings are funny things. The nation’s political press corps, almost without exception, seems to believe that these proceedings are predictable, staged political theater. (The text accompanying a video on the front page of NYTimes.com today, for example, is “The Confirmation Hearing Routine: A Fairly Standard Script.”) With respect to the nomination of Sonia Sotomayor, the outcome of the hearings, which began this morning, appears to be not at all in doubt: “Unless you have a complete meltdown, you’re going to get confirmed,” Senator Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.) told the nominee this morning.
At the same time, the media seems to believe that the hearings warrant breathless, non-stop coverage. The proceedings are being carried live on the cable news networks and live-blogged by, among other outlets, The New York Times, The Washington Post, Politico, The Atlantic, and National Journal. (NPR, on the other hand, has cut back on its coverage compared to prior hearings and will not provide an “anchored feed” to its member stations, though they can still choose to run unanchored audio.) The quantity of journalistic talent and resources accorded to an event that no one expects to be interesting is staggering.
Déjà vu time.
The confirmation hearing for latest Obama court appointee Elena Kagan—where Graham welcomed Kagan to proceedings by saying, “I hope you somewhat enjoy it. I think you will,”—mostly provided the same “fairly standard script,” both in the chamber and from reporters.
So when reporters sat down to compose their post-hearing post-mortems last week, they had to come up with an interesting, if not political-landscape-rocking, angle, to hook audiences, along with the recap of debates about Thurgood Marshall and Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. Most landed on the same one: Elena Kagan is funny.
Post staffer Ann Gerhart, following on from her excellent profile of Kagan with co-writer Philip Rucker in June, was entranced. Her piece, “At Hearings, Elena Kagan charmed her critics – and seemed to enjoy herself,” is a snappy account of a kind of clean-mouthed comedienne winning over the room, line-by-line. The lede befits a subject more Joan Rivers than John Roberts:
By the end of 17 hours of senatorial grilling, lecturing and badgering, Supreme Court nominee Elena Kagan had revealed at least one passion: She loves this stuff.
Put the woman in front of some stern interrogators who make her explain a dozen times why Harvard Law School doesn’t require constitutional law in the very first year, and she comes alive.
Recapping the second day of proceedings, the AP ran with a piece headed “On Day 2, Kagan deploys humor and the artful dodge.” Nancy Benac reported that Kagan even managed to get Specter chuckling.
Kagan’s humor got a thumbs-up from Sen. Arlen Specter, D-Pa., one of her most cantankerous questioners.
Talking about television coverage of the courts, Kagan told Specter: “It means I’d have to get my hair done more often.”
That left him momentarily speechless.
Then he offered: “Let me commend you on that last comment, and I say that seriously. You have shown a really admirable sense of humor, and I think that is really important.”
In a brief summary of the hearings in last Saturday’s paper, the Times too highlighted the Specter exchange. Under the subhead “Cracking wise,” the piece also reviewed the now-infamous to-and-fro between Kagan and Graham.
Asked by Lindsey Graham, Republican of South Carolina, where she had been this past Christmas — a precursor to questioning about the day’s airline bombing plot — she got a laugh by answering, “Like all Jews, I was probably in a Chinese restaurant.”
And on Weekend Edition Sunday, NPR recapped Kagan’s comedy highlights reel.
Reading through it all, I’m still not sure if I’d want Elena Kagan deciding my reproductive rights, such as they are. But I’d happily meet her for iced mochas at my local Starbucks. Or share an egg roll with her next Christmas.