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Originally posted by ericthered
Seems to me that selling sex for money is not essentially different from providing other personal services like manicures or hairdressing. But our society looks down on prostitutes and all the other names for them are very negative. Why, for Goodness Sake? It's just another job. I can think of other professionals that I respect FAR less - starting with politics.
I suppose that it's not a valued profession - it doesn't require much training and every woman has the appropriate equipment. It's also essential to intimately touch people you might not like - but nurses etc know all about that too. So it might be that the ill-educated and desperate gravitate into it. But I think that what is keeping better educated women out of it is the social disapproval - particularly the disapproval of other women.
I can sit down for tea with a prostitute without degrading her or trying to get a freebie. But it's a rare woman who could do the same.
Why not, ladies? Tell us how you feel......
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There are a couple of sweeping generalizations there - I don't see how men or women are any different in views towards prostitutes.
SOCIAL DISAPPROVAL is keeping me from prostitution?!? There's a murder trial going on in Vancouver right now for a serial killer who is accused of murdering 48 prostitutes.
Cold streets, violence . . . those keep me from prostitution MUCH more than social disapproval.
There are prostitutes everywhere in my neighbourhood. I chat with them all the time because they love my big, friendly dog.
They're so street smart and it makes me sad to think that an addiction or a shitty home life sometimes causes your life to go in the gutter.
One prostitute was yelling at a john the other night because he didn't have a license plate on his car - how smart was she to realize that? I wouldn't have noticed. Who knows what he might have had in mind for her?
Another one was pulling my dog out of a bush because "there are a lot of junkies here and who knows what he'll find", she said. I had just left him there for a minute near a popular spot for junkies while I ran into the store.
She chatted with me for a while and casually mentioned she left home when she was 13. How fucking bad must her life have been to leave her home at 13?