Recently, I was reading a popular adult services web site which posts reviews about providers. The reviews are supposed to be from clients and I think they usually are. Of course you never know if a good review is from someone who really likes a girl he has never even met but wants to give her some good press based on his fantasies. Or maybe a bad review was written by someone with an ax to grind (ironically, I had problems with people I would not engage intimately. They did not have enough money. I knew that because there is not enough money. But I digress). I find the site fascinating, not just because it appeals to the egomaniac in me, although it is a terrifying and wonderful thing to see your name in print, well sort of. Not the same as having your name on that banner of lights in midtown Manhattan because you are the star of the biggest show on Broadway, but it is still something. I find it fascinating, for one thing, because I can find out what people want so I can give it to them just that way. Imagine my surprise when i read a comment from the Administrator, I will call him B2, that said something like, all the working girls hate this site and they don’t want the guys to know about it so the guys can stay ignorant and they can control the men. Seriously? I have had the good fortune of being a part of several minority groups that often have characteristics ascribed to the group that were not true of me. So I was lucky to see that stereotypes weren’t necessarily true because they weren’t true of me. Something in addition to reality had to be at work to create these impressions. Hearing that “this” is what “they” think/do/like/etc. and knowing I couldn’t be the only exception, the only one different from the rest of “them” forced me to look deeper to see where emotion comes into play. For one thing, I have never been asked my opinion on controlling men through ignorance. Not one question. Nor have I ever found myself to be part of a cohesive group that could take organized action to perpetuate this ignorance. Whenever I mentioned the site to other working girls their reactions were always something like, “they talk about me?” or “they took a picture of me when I was walking downtown and posted it? They can do that? How do I find it?” The women were just like me–self involved and no mention was ever made about what “we” must do to stop “them.” The academic in me wonders what sources this administrator used to validate his credo that there is a sub rosa battle of the sexes and this site was a battlefield. Hmm, now that last sentence needs exploring. But for now I will end with–where does he get this embittered stuff? Major mommy issues? Care to comment? By the way, if you’ve been following me I want to share with you that I think Little Blue/Astro Youth is the administrator B2 or has the guy’s ear. Ciao for now!