The despicable behaviour of two Durban cops – who were caught having free sex with two prostitutes in their marked police vehicle – illustrates just one of the many hazards which the ladies of the night have to face.
Apparently the scumbags in blue are quite used to getting it for free; they even have a name for it – known in police circles as “num-num.” But this story is not about cops; suffice to say that I have very little respect for them.
Unfortunately, I have no firsthand experience or dealings with the ladies who practice the oldest profession in the world. (And even if I did, I would never be so foolish to admit to it on these pages!) But that aside – I have often wondered what their lives must be like.
Some guys equate spending money on taking a girl out – dining and dancing – and then going to bed with them, as being the same as giving a prostitute money up front for their services. In other words: in both cases money is paid for sexual favours.
I could never agree with this.
The girl in the first scenario has the option of saying “No,” and to drop the salivating sperminator quicker than you can say, “I’ll be back.”
She does not have to stand on a sidewalk, in foul weather; exposed to dangerous perverts, drunks, thugs, and delinquent cops. She does not have to sell her body and soul to feed a drug habit, a child, or to please her pimp. She does not risk being exposed to Aids, infection, or sexually transmitted diseases.
In short: prostitutes lead an unhealthy, dodgy, and risky life – often associated with abusive and dangerous activities such as human trafficking, sexual slavery, sexual exploitation of children, assault, drug dealing and illegal immigration.
And yet, societies have always applied double standards when the subject of prostitution comes up.
Newspaper headlines: “Charlie Sheen ran up a $26000 prostitute tab in one weekend,” – “Politician paid prostitute (OK, I made that one up!)” – “Hookers caught in Cape.” Clearly, the society condemns prostitution and stigmatises prostitutes.
But read the classifieds ads in the very same newspapers. Bear in mind that these ads are paid for with money made from the proceeds of prostitution – which in still illegal in this country. No one complains.
Today’s front page of the newspaper (no names please) that was founded in 1976 during the apartheid era by Louis Luyt: “NPA* blow to JZ.” But look at the classified ads: “Classy African Ladies (CLA) to blow your minds.”
Similarly, on an older edition’s front page: “Tutu diagnosed with prostate cancer,” but inside: “Davina Indian Playmate, massage with a difference, prostate play toy show.”
Do you see?
But, while I’m at it, let me share some gems from the “Escort’s” ads. Keep in mind that I’m a bit dof when it comes to these things!
“Chinese Massage” – Now why on Earth would you want pay to massage a Chinaman?
“Bored housewives” – Why don’t they do the washing, dishes, floors, and mend the clothes, to keep from being bored?
“Older, but gorgeous” – No way, meneer! Stay away from old Tannies.
“Black stunners” – You black guys stay away from this place! These people probably lie in wait with tasers to shock the testosterone out of your socks. And then rob you.
“Pick a Chick” – Eish! You can do the same thing at KFC for half the price.
“Live phone sex” – You do IT with your phone? And if you get cut off, what then?
“Housewives will call you” – Jeez, they REALLY must be bored.
THIS ONE IS SCARY – GO TO PARENTAL GUIDANCE MODE:
“100% She Male” – You got me! Can it cook AND cut the grass?
Jokes aside though, I really pity those in our society who, maybe through no choice of their own, have to follow the oldest profession in the world. You should too.
(NPA* - National Prostitution Agency?)