Chews 'Er Up and Spitzer Out
When we're not discussing the pros and cons of hydrogen-based fuel cells or sustainable agriculture, TWGH and I spend a lot of time these days talking about hookers.
The other night on the Colbert Report, about six seconds before our cable got all hinky and the pixels on the tv started to separate and melt together and I chose to interpret this development as a sign from the heavens that I should turn the damn thing off and go to sleep, Samantha Power was saying something about how the Spitzer/hooker dustup was a feminist issue because Spitzer was, you know, buying a woman for sex or something to that effect. I've heard this, as I'm sure you have, gentle reader, a bunch of times. I've also heard a lot of trash talked about Kristin (what a simply GORGEOUS name! And so un-ho like!)/Ashley/whatever her name is episode, blah blah blah.
She seems to have been seeking celebrity for a while now, as evidenced by her attempted musical career, myspace page, and friends' accounts of her. She lived in a really nice apartment, with a rent higher than our mortgage payment. She traveled all over the world. She wasn't forced into sexual slavery, to the best of my knowledge, and unless the media has SERIOUSLY dropped the ball on an important aspect of this story, my knowledge is accurate. She made sick amounts of money for, uh, punching the clock so to speak, a few hours a week.
Certainly, this is an oversimplification of the issue of prostitution. Certainly, this is an oversimplification about the perceptions and value of women in our society. Certainly, this is an oversimplification of lots of other stuff. I know. But I DON'T know that she's actually a victim or a baddy. I contend, in fact, that it looks a bit like she was in the position of power in this "relationship." And she chose it.
And Elliott Spitzer, to me, mostly just seems like a pathetic figure. I can't muster much ire for him. I'm disappointed, kind of skeeved, but he surely must have demons dancing in his cerebellum that are beyond my comprehension and about which I can only summon pity, not fear and loathing.
So who can we pounce on and eviscerate like the pack of hungry, moralizing hyenas that we are? Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:
THE PIMP.
Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to go bathe with clorox and a brillo pad.
The other night on the Colbert Report, about six seconds before our cable got all hinky and the pixels on the tv started to separate and melt together and I chose to interpret this development as a sign from the heavens that I should turn the damn thing off and go to sleep, Samantha Power was saying something about how the Spitzer/hooker dustup was a feminist issue because Spitzer was, you know, buying a woman for sex or something to that effect. I've heard this, as I'm sure you have, gentle reader, a bunch of times. I've also heard a lot of trash talked about Kristin (what a simply GORGEOUS name! And so un-ho like!)/Ashley/whatever her name is episode, blah blah blah.
She seems to have been seeking celebrity for a while now, as evidenced by her attempted musical career, myspace page, and friends' accounts of her. She lived in a really nice apartment, with a rent higher than our mortgage payment. She traveled all over the world. She wasn't forced into sexual slavery, to the best of my knowledge, and unless the media has SERIOUSLY dropped the ball on an important aspect of this story, my knowledge is accurate. She made sick amounts of money for, uh, punching the clock so to speak, a few hours a week.
Certainly, this is an oversimplification of the issue of prostitution. Certainly, this is an oversimplification about the perceptions and value of women in our society. Certainly, this is an oversimplification of lots of other stuff. I know. But I DON'T know that she's actually a victim or a baddy. I contend, in fact, that it looks a bit like she was in the position of power in this "relationship." And she chose it.
And Elliott Spitzer, to me, mostly just seems like a pathetic figure. I can't muster much ire for him. I'm disappointed, kind of skeeved, but he surely must have demons dancing in his cerebellum that are beyond my comprehension and about which I can only summon pity, not fear and loathing.
So who can we pounce on and eviscerate like the pack of hungry, moralizing hyenas that we are? Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:
THE PIMP.
Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to go bathe with clorox and a brillo pad.
What a charmer! Blech.
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Yeah, when warned by her handler that "he might want to do things that you don't think are safe", she reportedly replied, "Oh I can handle that. I just say, 'You want the sex or not?'"
That doesn't read like a victim talking to me...
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This entry is going in my Favorite Posts of All Time scrapbook. As soon as I start one.
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