Every day cops bust up prostitution rings in “sex sting” operations. The Exploitation Ticker-tape down at Spinster HQ clatters out the reports hourly. It is reassuring to know that law enforcement, pimps, and news media are working together around the clock to bring us this riveting rape culture entertainment.
Here’s a fun one from Ohio: a woman is nabbed when she unwittingly meets an undercover pay-for-rapist. What makes this one so sin-sational is that the woman is a schoolteacher. Readers can’t resist a little spasm of schadenfreude when the story involves someone as supposedly noble and saintly as a teacher, falling from grace in the worst way imaginable.
Only in a patriarchy!
Another of today’s dispatches was slightly misdirected into the prostitution inbox; an unintelligible blurb from an unintelligible sports site called Bleacher Report prattles on, not about exploited women, but about some soccer player. Although it does have this to say in its opener:
Prostitution has always been lined [sic] a “unique” job and one of the most natural ones. Forever linked to physical love, prostitution has a new meaning.
You said it, Bleacher Report! Paying to rape disenfranchised women is love! What could be more natural than that?
It’s “natural” and it’s so despicable that women who are caught doing it have to be imprisoned. Only in a patriarchy!
Prostitution’s “new meaning,” by the way, is not a meaning at all, but a term coined by a disgruntled player: “intellectual prostitution.” It is vastly unclear from the blurb what “intellectual prostitution” could possibly denote, particularly in the world of international futebol, but I am inclined to surmise that, whatever it is, it is a lot less like actual prostitution than, oh, say, public schools are like concentration camps.
Prostitution as a metaphor for non-humanitarian-crisis-y stuff is also big with this Florida columnist. It seems Florida State Representative Joe Gibbons charges lobbyists $500 a pop for face time, and this is exactly the same as prostitution. The columnist colorfully and with wink-wink dudely savoir-faire compares the practice of paying to talk to politicians to the practice of paying to rape women:
Head out to the sidewalk of Hollywood’s portion of Federal Highway in the wee hours of the morning, whip out $500, and ask one of the suggestively dressed young ladies what that gives you.
They call me crazy down at the Capitol whenever I point it out, but the cigars-and-single-malt circs of a corrupt politician can in no wise be compared to those of “a suggestively dressed young lady” who supports herself by submitting to violent physical abuse.
Maybe paying to rape actual women would decline in popularity if what happened to this Detroit pay-for-rapist became trendier:
A 52-year-old perv seeks out sex on the internet. His degraded urges to use a human being as a receptacle for his incontinence eventually lead him to a house where, instead of getting to rape a woman, he gets
robbed, tied up in a basement, punched in the mouth to the point where his teeth fell out and shot in the knee. The next morning, the suspects called the man’s cousin, demanding ransom.
I admit to a little spasm of schadenfreude.