By sickeningly depressing contrast, just a few decades later, we have Juicy Jeni and Helen Wood, who have taken that precious inheritance and wiped their hookers’ stilettos all over it.
They are not the only ones, of course. Less than a year ago I wrote about the famous call girl known as Belle de Jour who was revealed to be Dr Brooke Magnanti, a high-powered scientist casually unabashed about her secret life as a hooker.
She boasted of being ‘unbelievably fortunate’ because she enjoyed her horizontal job and had never had a bad experience with a client.
Everything she said proved that you can be blessed with a brain and a privileged life — and still be very, very stupid.
I wonder if ‘Juicy Jeni’ and Helen Wood read Belle de Jour’s lurid, self-serving ramblings as once they might have read fairytales. Or watched the sanitised TV series starring Billie Piper?
Perhaps I\’m not quite grasping what she\’s getting at. But it seems to be that the existence of a woman who tarted herself for a bit then stopped, is quite happy to have tarted herself and then stopped, means that every woman who ever tarts herself is destined to end up drug addled and starving in the gutter.
I really do think that Ms. Mooney would be rather surprised by the number of women who have either dabbled or worked for years in this field and then stopped as and when they wanted to and gone on to have a just fine old time for the rest of their lives.
It strikes me as being similar to the logic that\’s used about drugs: you know, one hit and you\’re hooked for life. One cash paid shag and you\’re a hooker for life?
It really doesn\’t work like that: sure, there are those that it does happen to, in both situations, there are drug addled corpses in gutters, just as there are those who get into the game and find they can never leave it for any number of reasons.
But that just isn\’t the general experience: only very few prostitutes fall so far as to marry a politician.