My soapbox moment...
There is a subset of men out there who are angry about their sexual oppression. And by "oppression," I mean "total inability to get laid and/or connect meaningfully with a member of the opposite sex."
A favorite topic of discussion among such men is "All women are whores!" This statement is, of course, patently untrue: all women do not receive financial compensation for their time and access to their genitals. I know plenty of ladies who pay for dinner/their children's expenses/etc because they choose to fuck the unemployed, the underemployed, or the cheap.
Actual whores-- and by "whores," they tend to mean all sex workers in general -- are seen as even more infuriating blows to their egos. Here are women who might actually agree to help them act out their sexual fantasies, but the bitch will have the Hooksexup to charge. Who would've thought? A sex worker who requires money? Why, she should be happy to be paid in sex!
The idea that a sex worker gets paid for an adult interaction enrages them. They get everything, those whores. Yet, whores who don't charge-- ho's, I suppose -- are equally as disgusting to them.
It never seems to occur to them that part of the problem, outside of their own personal misogyny, is the way that society looks at female sexuality. Do you know why there are whores? Because sex still comes at a cost for women. Y'know why it costs women? Because jealous douchebag dudes will call you a ho if you fuck whoever you want, whenever you want. Or if you have the temerity to talk about your sexual desires. (As if you were.... a person!)
Guess what, moron? If you tell women that sex is bad, and that enjoying it makes you a bad person, it becomes a lot harder to get them to fuck you.
So every time you call someone a ho; every time you complain about whores; every time you judge a woman for what she's wearing or not wearing, you are helping to build an empire. You are driving up the cost of sex by the hour.
My lovely rates, set by you. My life, sponsored by you.
I'll be thanking you for the next two weeks, while I sip margaritas on the beach.