Nearly a year ago, Mother Jones covered the employment opportunities available to hot young hookers via websites like SugarDaddy.com. Today a college senior tells the Daily Beast all about her own arrangement with one such sugar daddy, who made her a sexy proposition she couldn’t refuse. After all, she had “tried working, but in retail, surrounded by temptation all day, I spent more than I made. Waiting tables was exhausting.”
Seriously, you guys, working and spending within your means is HARD. And certainly all of the sex workers I know would disagree with the implication that sex work isn’t physically and emotionally demanding, too. Not that this classy college student considers her “relationship” sex work. The most she’ll concede is that it’s “maybe even the distant cousin of—dare I say it?—prostitution.”
No, please, you best not dare say that, since having sex with somebody you wouldn’t have sex with if they weren’t throwing loads of money at you for it is not so much a faraway relative of prostitution as it is rampant prostitution. Listen. When the great depression of aught eight kicks in to full gear, we may all have to start screwing old rich guys for money. But let’s call it what it is. There ain’t no shame in the sex-work game, but there is something sad, and alarming, about smart men and women saying that keeping or being a 20-year-old call girl on a personal payroll is simply a natural, apolitical, magnanimous situation all around.
