I’ve Seen My Share of Spitzers: The View From an Escort Service
“Sorry, but you can call me judgmental all you want, because I AM going to judge it.”– ES
“He who is without sin among you, let him be the first to throw a stone at her.” — Not ES.
Well on sober second thought I think I still prefer the later concept to the former. Hope all that ‘judging’ doesn’t wear you out overly because in today’s society you must be busy almost 24-7. I have no problem with being ‘judgmental’. I just am a little more directional in my focus. As you should have noted I hold exactly your attitudes regarding the real villain of the piece. They can tar and feather Spitzer and run him out of town on a rail for all I care.
I don’t think that the article was ‘glamorizing’ prostitution at all. Just describing it. But perhaps your definitions are a little different from mine.
“Then they got addicted to the money and the lifestyle. And then one day, usually between the ages of 25 and 28, once they’d developed that knowing, experienced look that clients instinctively disliked, they found that themselves in a classic bind: they were addicted to high living but could no longer pay for it; they had no marketable skills; and years of late nights and lazy days had left them with no self-discipline. What to do? The really smart ones pulled themselves together and, with the help of a sympathetic client, started some kind of a business. Others married rich, cynical, older men in a sort of paid-wife arrangement. Those were the most common stories. I did not inquire into the fate of the girls who sort of faded away. I did not want to hear about their loneliness and poverty.”
Does not sound very ‘glamorous’ to me.
Sounds kind of sad.
But who am I to judge ?
