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it’s passive misogyny

The Real Girlfriend Experience?

So it was set. My first date with a prostitute would be at a bowling alley in west Broward. We could talk about whatever she wanted. Do whatever she felt like doing. As long as it didn’t involve anything even close to sex.

It had to be one of the weirder propositions she’d heard. Call it some sort of half-baked sociological experiment: What happens when you take a hooker on a regular date? What happens when you share a walk on the beach or a piece of pizza instead of, oh, something that ends in job?

I fucking hate stories like this. It fucking reeks of romantic hooker with a heart of gold turned to the righteous path by a knight in shining armour bullshit. Prostitutes are prostitutes, and there isn’t anything wrong with that. I smell some covered up pity here, too.

Not that the story isn’t a somewhat interesting looking into the mind of a second-rate reporter who doesn’t understand human nature at all. This article isn’t about hookers, it’s pretentious tripe about Michael J. Mooney by Michael J. Mooney. Who seems stunned that people would pay for sex. Or that a woman would be so blunt as to charge somebody for their time and labor.

The pro-hooker spin is kind of refreshing though. Like I tell everyone, hookers are people too. I would certainly associate with one socially in public, but I would never pay people to hang out with me.

And the fucking lion analogy is the product of a uncreative hack. If you want to read some weak-minded pandering from the mind of a na├»ve journalist with ambitions of documenting the American Experience, you’ll learn something about the sort of people that get degrees in journalism, not about prostitution. He doesn’t have chutzpah. Or any clue about sociology. He’s not Richard Gere and this isn’t cute and cheeky.

I could go on and on. Whatever. Read it and study Michael J. Mooney.

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