Are Women Winning the Battle of the Sexes?

I have in another window on my computer screen the most amazing piece I have read in recent times: a report on prostitution. A healthy heterosexual male being unable to help but be at least mildly interested in what the ladies of the oldest profession are up to, and your humble blogger being no exception to this rule, I opened the report for my eager eyes with a click of the mouse when I saw a snippet about it on another page. It turns out that this report has nothing to do with your typical working girl, but rather goes into some detail about the highest price hookers, the upper class hookers, the ones Bill Gates dials when he wants booty by delivery. I am astonished and appalled by what I find there.

First I see that some of these dames will charge upwards of $10,000 for a single session. This in itself is not appalling. The greatest football players will make many times what their less talented brethren make because of their talent for the job. The finest wines cost far more than the prosaic selections because of their taste and beauty. Then may not a prostitute, through expertness of technique, exquisiteness of odor and flavor, and excellence of pulchritude, earn a sum that exceeds those of the low-end variety by nearly an order of magnitude? She may indeed: the market has spoken.

I read also that those ladies of joy at the very pinnacle of the industry may charge a monthly retainer in addition to service charges per session. Again, I can see nothing objectionable about this. The lady has placed herself at his beck and call, and the rent is due each month whether he has it in him or not. This is simply a hedge against erectile dysfunction.

The part that stupefies me is where I read that these white-collar sex workers may make a potential john see them for months before surrendering their chamber of Venus. So the man lavishes money on her and takes her out for weeks and months before she puts out? That’s not prostitution, that’s dating. If she’s a hooker then so am I the Archbishop of Canterbury. That she has a handful of johns – but what do I mean by johns? These men are boyfriends! – as clientele merely means that the lady is promiscuous. That he knows she has these other beau’s and does not protest merely means that he is liberal-minded. The plain fact of the matter is that she has no business besmirching the good name of prostitution.

The advantage of prostitution over dating, apart from the man’s ability to pick exactly what he is looking for, is that he may, if he is of a mood, dispense with flirting and courtship and cajoling and get down to brass tax. Imagine if other industries operated like these high-end hookers: supermarket managers insisting on an interview before clients can shop, plumbers turning down paying customers on a whim, waitresses withholding food until your sixth trip to the restaurant! The absurdity of it is hard to overstate. With ten thousand dollars and a few months to work with, I could get a Notre Dame Nun to put out. The Nun may feel guilty afterwards, and may give most of the money to charity, but it is not on the manner in which a woman spends her money, nor how she feels about it, that we may distinguish her as a prostitute; she is a prostitute based on how she gets the money. When she gets the money under the same terms that a bride of Christ could find agreeable, or at least acceptable, she has no claim to being a prostitute.

In pondering this issue, one starts to wonder if women might not be winning the battle of the sexes. Perhaps some of our brothers have betrayed us. My understanding was that this battle was a tie, that men did not get what they wanted from a woman, and women did not get what they wanted from a man. Nobody is happy and everybody is content with this. I see now that this is incorrect, at least in a few cases that nevertheless are enough to break the deadlock. Some women get exactly what they want. They get a man who is rich and successful enough to shell out nearly six digits a month, the satisfaction of his earnest pursuit, and just enough variety to avoid boredom in the bedroom.

Am I correct in stating that we are losing? Can we mount a comeback? Is there no man who gets exactly what he wants out of women? Ah, I almost forgot.

Kid Rock.