I have to wonder what Amanda Brooks, Amanda Brooks, Amanda Brooks and Amanda Brooks think when they Google their name and my site pops up.
Should I be concerned if Amanda Brooks’ movie choices continue to be sub-par? Or if she becomes a parenting guru? Or if I get invited to a NYC charity event? What if they start getting requests for appointments? And should I get Amanda to do a round of photos for me?
I don’t understand why prostitution is illegal. Selling is legal, fucking is legal. So, why isn’t it legal to sell fucking? Why should it be illegal to sell something that’s legal to give away? I can’t follow the logic. Of all the things you can to do a person, giving them an orgasm is hardly the worst. In the army they give you a medal for killing people; in civilian life you go to jail for giving them orgasms. Am I missing something?
From Napalm & Silly Putty
At first, his argument is no different from any other common-sense argument regarding prostitution. But as he points out — in this society — “heroes” can be made by killing lots of people. Even serial killers are celebrated celebrities (most of the time their victims are women). But a woman who gives an orgasm to a man (who might not have had it otherwise) is a criminal and despicable human being.
I would ask that someone explain the logic to me in a way that makes sense. That won’t happen because it’s not possible. Even sadder, many of the arguments against prostitution operate off the base assumption that sex is violence. Only violence is violence, regardless of the form it takes.
Consensual orgasms between adults is not violence.
An article in Newsweek alerted me to a company that produces stuffed-toy microbes. It really does! I’m weird, but I think they’re really cute. (Not that I’m interested in encounters with the real deal.)
According to the article, the shop in Harvard’s Square that sells the germs reports that gonorrhea is a favorite, especially around Valentine’s Day. Cynical? Realistic? Sick humor?
The next time I go in a toy store, I’ll be on the lookout for more germs than usual.
Due to the falling US dollar and the rising Canadian dollar, strip clubs on the border are seeing some migration. US strippers are working up north and Canadian customers are heading south for fun.
So strip clubs make the WSJ again. (And this isn’t the first time in major media for Robert Katzman. I need to make him my publicist.)
Caution: I actually use a little naughty language in here.
When I went to Vegas for the first time in 2000, by myself, it took me all of 24 hours to figure out the city is made for money and women. If you have one or are the other, Vegas is your playground. To me, the secret of the city is that it’s a living monument to avarice and lust. I’ll go even further and say that pussy built Vegas and is its raison d’être. Aristotle Onassis understood that without women, money means nothing.
I spent two weeks there dancing. I never felt degraded in Vegas. I was constantly harassed by panhandlers, but that was it (I think I was a target because I looked harmless and was a single woman). I planned to go back the next fall, 2001, but those plans were curtailed. I’ve been back several times for vacations and I still feel the same vibe, although Vegas got whupped a little bit after 9/11 and lost some exuberance. I’m fully against it being a “family place.” That’s not why it lives and breathes.