Well, after months and months of utter neglect I have made up my mind.

 I’m sick to death of this blog.  It’s too damn ranty and doesn’t contain nearly enough gleeful female domination.  I’m a very different person now than when I started this two years ago, and I just don’t wanna write here any more.  So this will officially be the last entry.

 Stay tuned for the next phase in my evil plan to take over the world with kinky sex…The Kinky Courtesan

Instead of endlessly fighting for incremental hikes in the minimum wage, why not introduce legislation to constrain the difference between what the people at the bottom of a company make vs. those at the top?

The notion that companies will be forced to cut staff and raise prices if the minimum wage is utter bullshit, as has been proved time and again by raises in the minimum wage over the past century.  The REAL problem is that those at the top of our big corporations (like, for instance, Wal-Mart) make THOUSANDS of times the amount that those on the bottom of said companies do.  Despite the fact that executives don’t actually work any harder than sales clerks, and often aren’t any smarter, better educated, or more talented either.  Yes, perhaps a CEO is a bit more difficult to replace than a cashier, but no one in the modern corporation is indespensable and it’s about damn time we stopped acting as if the success of a company depended more on the labors of the guy in the expensive suit than the labors of those in blue jeans.

So I suggest that we establish a standard limit, requiring the COMPLETE wage/benefit package (no sneaking millions of extra dollars in through stock options, bonuses etc!) of the top earner in any company to be no more than, say, a few hundred times the amount earned by the lowest-paid worker in the company.  Then every time some damn fool in an expensive suit wants to reward himself with a juicy fat bonus he’ll be forced to pay due consideration to the efforts of those beneath him in the chain of command, without whose efforts his exalted position would be worthless.

As a side benefit, it might allow big companies to pay higher dividends to their stockholders, which could - just maybe - put the focus (and reward!) of capitalism back on the pooling of resources to promote innovation, rather than on the mere moving around of bits of paper (or electrons) to generate (a convincing illusion of) wealth.

(Stock trading vs. stock investing folks, think about it.)

A few further thoughts on the subject of faking it…

It might surprise some folks to learn just how very fake some of the so-called “amateur” websites actually are.  Actually taking the pictures and making the videos is by far the least time-consuming part of running a pornsite, and in fact a professional photographer with proper studio equipment can shoot enough content for months - or even years - worth of updates in a matter of days.  Which means that if you have a big enough bankroll, you can hire yourself a model and a photographer and badda-bing!  You’ve got the basic material for your “genuine amateur” website in no time at all.  Throw in a graphic designer, a marketing team, and somebody (doesn’t even have to be a chick) to write naughty blog entries and you are in business…big, big business.

Which is how you can get so dang many “I just turned nineteen and look at what I’m getting up to!” sites which have been around for literally years.  I came across one of these recently, and I had to laugh…the model in question is one that I have been seeing for at least five years (Sgt’s collected some of her pics off usenet), but her “intimate” blog speaks as if her twentieth birthday was coming up next month.  And the pics showing now are the exact same pics!  It actually boggles my mind that anybody could be so foolish as to believe that the “she” who is writing is the same girl.

Here’s a little hint for the inquisitive though…if she claims to be nineteen and the site’s whois shows that it has been registered since 2001, she ain’t no amateur.  And whoever’s making money off those pics probably isn’t the girl who’s in them.

I have been following the stories about Madrid’s recent ban on runway models with a BMI below 18 with great interest.  The ban has set off a furor in the world of fashion, with some folks (mostly, from what I can see, modeling agency bigwigs) crying out in furious protest.  My personal favorite comment came from Cathy Gould, the North American head of Elite (one of the world’s top modeling agencies) who exclaimed (I am paraphrasing here) that the ban was discriminatory to “naturally gazelle-like models”.  Yeah, right.  Like any of those girls would still be so anorectically scrawny if they weren’t forced to be so by folks like you, Cathy.  Here’s an idea - stop YOUR discrimination and let the poor girls eat already!

Now personally, I think this is one of those areas where government regulation is inappropriate.  But then again, if the industry had been acting with any semblance of sanity for the past, oh, thirty or forty years, the government wouldn’t have to step in.  If enacting such laws in one or two cities makes the willfully-deluded people who are trying to force starvation chic on the rest of us cut it out, well then I have to say go for it.

The ban (and Madrid’s fashion week) went into effect weeks ago.  I’m finally posting about it now because of this interesting development.  Jean-Paul Gaultier saw fit (I’m not sure why, as there have been ZERO news articles about it) to include this beauty in the lineup for his Spring 2007 show, held this week in Paris:

Hubba hubba - you go, Jean-Paul!  Makes me wish I could afford genuine couture.  Contrast this lovely lady with a typical model, this one from Guy Laroche’s Spring 2007 show:

 And just for reference, here are a few shots of Nazi death-camp victims:

{notice that the girl on the lower left in the second pic is probably about the same age - and not far from the same weight - as Guy Laroche’s model}

What REALLY gets my gall up is that for my entire life, the starved-looking stick woman has been touted as the ONLY possible type of beauty.  It has reached the point that EVEN THOUGH UNDERWEIGHT PEOPLE FACE JUST AS MANY, IF NOT MORE, HEALTH RISKS AS THE MORBIDLY OBESE, anybody who is larger than about a size six is deemed to be not only un-beautiful but unhealthy as well.  That’s just pure and utter bullshit, and I am relieved beyond words, for once in my life, to be able to look at a runway model without wincing and thinking ”please, please just go and eat a sandwich”. 

So I’m trolling through the Craigslist listings for my town in the “Services: Erotic” category, and I come across this little bit of inanity:

“I do not understand all of these “BBW” providers - and the prices they charge. BBW = fat - why would you pay to go to a BBW provider, when you can just pick up some fat drunk chick at a bar? Chances are the local dive has a fat chick that is cleaner, and free. “

Now this kind of crap pops up all the time, on every adult-oriented board, list, or forum I’ve ever visited.  And usually I just ignore it, figuring that the dimwits who post such nonsense don’t have the capacity for rational thought (or good manners!) so any argument would be lost on them.  I dunno what made me respond this time, it’s not even the most obnoxious fat-bashing post I saw that day on Craigslist.  Maybe I’m feeling a little extra bitchy cause my period’s almost due.  Anyhow, I felt compelled to respond:

“Because all the fat girls are so beaten down by attitudes like yours that very few of them have any confidence at all in their sexuality. Guys who like big girls are looking for the perfect passionate, sexy, adventurous playmate that you are - some drunken insecure bar dweller is not any more to their taste than it would be to yours. And, of course, this explains the high prices too - sexually confident fat girls are rarer even than real TS’s, and a whole lot rarer than dime-a-dozen fake-titted, bleach-blonde, scrawny bimbos.

What I want to know is why jackasses like you think it’s ok to go around in public places like this, posting idiotic and hurtful crapola like you have? Did you think you were doing anybody a favor, really? I mean, none of the fat admirers (and yes, FAT admirers is exactly what they call themselves) come around bitching about how the thin girls (whom you no doubt think of as normal) look like they just vacationed at Auschwitz and really ought to go and eat a sandwich, do they? Or wondering how any straight man can possibly be attracted to someone whose body (apart from the aforementioned fake tits) resembles a young boy’s more than a real woman’s? But it seems like every day there’s a new dickhead on any erotic board you visit who thinks it’s his sacred duty to tell all the fat girls to go starve themselves, and all the men who like them how stupid/abnormal/deluded they are.

Maybe it’s because they’re secretly attracted to fat girls, and hate themselves for it, so they make it all better by spewing vileness at the objects of their forbidden desires. Which, of course, is another reason why a guy might seek a bbw provider: it’s what he *really* lusts after but is too ashamed to be seen with as wife or girlfriend, thanks once again to the idiocy and just plain bad manners of people like you.”

And you know what the funniest part is?  Since posting my ad, my inbox has been flooded with responses from fat loving guys congratulating me for speaking up, and wanting to know if I do escort work.

Saw this in the news today:

JACKSON, Wyo. - Every year, as the sun sets on the Teton County Fair, the moons come out: as many as 10 streakers at the demolition derby on the fair’s last day. This year, law enforcement officers are pledging a crackdown.

Teton County Attorney Steve Weichman said a growing number of people have told him they didn’t think that “drunk, crazy and naked streaking” is a “great, normal, fun thing.”

Opposition to the streaking has grown since last year’s derby, he said, when a deputy used a Taser to apprehend John Chase Rogers, 21, dropping him to the dirt as he streaked with a fire extinguisher before a crowd of 3,500.

Posters at the fair office warn that at this year’s fair, any public nudity will bring a charge of misdemeanor child endangerment, punishable by up to a year in jail and a $1,000 fine.

Attorney David DeFazio spoke out against last year’s Taser incident and questioned the need for a crackdown this year.

“I just question whether a couple of streakers at a county fair in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, is objectionable to accepted standards of decency,” he said.

But Jackson Police Chief Dan Zivkovich said streaking doesn’t have to be tolerated. “We just think it’s time to take control of the event again and say this really is intended to be a family event,” he said.

OK now, which of these sights do you think is most likely to be disturbing to a child:  the sight of a drunk naked guy running around in public, or the sight of a drunk naked guy being tazered by cops?

Hint:  how likely do you think it is that the average four year old will embarass you by dropping his drawers in front of anybody and everybody?

In honor of another new addiction of mine, Penn & Teller’s Bullshit, I am introducing a new category of posts.  This category will be devoted to the stupidest, most nonsensical crap that I hear people saying every day.

Today’s bullshit is that classic gem which concerned (i.e. white, middle-class, religious) folks are always using to try and convince women to avoid sex work:  “don’t you realize you’re worth more than that?” 

Bullshit.  More than bullshit, it’s bull-fucking-shit.  Say you’re a young woman with minimal education and no connections.  Your choices?  A just-barely-above minimum wage job in a lovely establishment like Wal-Mart or some such, where the customers are reliably obnoxious and managment considers you a wholly expendable cog in the machinery?  A service-sector job like housecleaning maybe, something with a little less in the way of employer/customer crapola but even more physically gruelling and every bit as low paying?  (Have you ever tried making beds & scrubbing toilets for a living?  I have - it wears your body out fast.)  Or you can go to work for somebody like Joe Redner down at the Mons Venus, making as much money in a few nights as you would in a whole month at one of the other jobs available to you.  Putting up with a lot of crap, but, I repeat, making ten times the money.

Stripping, hooking etc for a living has it’s downside to be sure, but it seems to me (and to many, many others) that the shit you have to put up with to amount you earn ratio is pretty damn good.  And anybody who can’t comprehend this reality is, IMO, either a complete idiot or has never worked at the kind of crap job most people are condemned to.  The disingenuous exhortation ”you’re worth more than that!” can be roughly translated as follows:  “ *I* believe whores are worthless scum, and I would rather have you sell yourself even more cheaply to a big corporation than examine just why it is that I find sex so dangerous and disgusting.”