Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Defining Deviancy Down
Count me as unimpressed by Ashley Alexandra Dupre, the 22-year-old "struggling musician" (ok, it beats "aspiring model/actress," but not by much) whose intimate company cost Gov. Spitzer around $2000 an hour plus a whole lot of interest. The delightful Socratic discussion on her MySpace page aside ("What we Want is my latest track. It’s really about trust, something my past has made very difficult for me to feel. This one was inspired by a guy, who taught me not to confuse my dreams with the sounds of the city…"), Dupre is a startling mediocrity who wouldn't merit more than a passing glance on the B Line.
After all one hears about high-class hookers, seeing Ashley is a bit like opening the door of a Lamborghini and finding out that it's really just a Camry with big tires underneath it all. I see a dozen girls equal to or hotter than her at the 21st Amendment every night, and this is Boston we're talking about, which makes her a nobody by Manhattan's significantly higher standards of pulchritude. OK, to be fair, it's not like I'm going to get to fuck any of them either, and unlike Spitzer, I'm not old enough to be their father, though I am getting closer to dirty-uncle territory. That's not my point. Prostitution, it seems, is suffering from the same sort of grade-inflation that's seen realtors list every condo with street parking, yellow pine floors and brand-new Kenmore appliances as "luxury living."
For a compare-and-contrast, check out the French-Canadian beauty about 3/4ths into this MSNBC clip on the subject. Now that one has a little bit of the "goddess" quality to her. ¶ 6:09 PM
Count me as unimpressed by Ashley Alexandra Dupre, the 22-year-old "struggling musician" (ok, it beats "aspiring model/actress," but not by much) whose intimate company cost Gov. Spitzer around $2000 an hour plus a whole lot of interest. The delightful Socratic discussion on her MySpace page aside ("What we Want is my latest track. It’s really about trust, something my past has made very difficult for me to feel. This one was inspired by a guy, who taught me not to confuse my dreams with the sounds of the city…"), Dupre is a startling mediocrity who wouldn't merit more than a passing glance on the B Line.
After all one hears about high-class hookers, seeing Ashley is a bit like opening the door of a Lamborghini and finding out that it's really just a Camry with big tires underneath it all. I see a dozen girls equal to or hotter than her at the 21st Amendment every night, and this is Boston we're talking about, which makes her a nobody by Manhattan's significantly higher standards of pulchritude. OK, to be fair, it's not like I'm going to get to fuck any of them either, and unlike Spitzer, I'm not old enough to be their father, though I am getting closer to dirty-uncle territory. That's not my point. Prostitution, it seems, is suffering from the same sort of grade-inflation that's seen realtors list every condo with street parking, yellow pine floors and brand-new Kenmore appliances as "luxury living."
For a compare-and-contrast, check out the French-Canadian beauty about 3/4ths into this MSNBC clip on the subject. Now that one has a little bit of the "goddess" quality to her. ¶ 6:09 PM
