"This is not the least among mans shames."
On Saturday we had the pseudo-annual literature club picnic. The night before I'd been surfing soap land sites again, particularly one listing open jobs in different areas of the Japanese sex trade. I found a type of establishment that offered massages (as opposed to peddling sex), and prohibited anything that the masseuses would find unpleasant. It paid about 25 bucks an hour. In all honesty, for a moment I actually considered applying for the job, or at least inquiring what it actually involved. Of course, when one's browsing a site dedicated for open jobs in the sex trade, thinking that calling the girls masseuses instead of something more to the point makes any sort of difference is about as stupid as thinking that calling the girls working at soap lands soap girls means that they make, sell or are made out of soap. Then again, it was around 3 a.m. so I wasn't in my prime.
So, anyway, when the conversation came to a lull at the picnic, I turned to Maikeru and told him about it. While he warmed up to the idea of it paying pretty well, he eventually told me I couldn't work there. As if he has any authority to tell me I couldn't work in a brothel if I wanted to. I don't, but still.
Anyway, usually this wouldn't even merit an entry. However, today (technically yesterday), when Mom drove me to pick up the tie holder I bid on, Tina Turners Private Dancer played on the radio. This song about a stripper always manages to annoy me. What kind of a stripper accepts foreign currency? You'd think they had other things to concentrate on instead of exchange rates. And what's with her taking American Express for that matter? What's she going to do, swipe it between her ass cheeks to charge it?
So I told her that I'd been informed about a high number of women working in the sex trade being lesbians. She thought it was a bit weird at first, but maintaining an emotional distance as a lesbian does make a lot of sense. Without taking her eyes off the road she snapped "Why? You been thinking about it?". Damn she's good. So I told her that no, of course I hadn't, and that I was merely thinking about how Turner sings that she doesn't think of her clients as human beings or in fact think of them at all, choosing instead to concentrate on the money. And that I didn't think the song was a very accurate portrayal of the life of a sex worker anyway, what with the foreign currency and accepting credit cards... I can't help but think that in any sort of service occupation one should be able to derive at least a little bit of pleasure from the customers, since I can't imagine anyones psyche coping with just mechanically servicing people and only thinking about the eventual paycheck day in and day out. The fact that I've never held a job longer than three months might have something to do with it, though. So I do think that whether one's a hooker or a sales clerk, one should like the work at least a little to be able to do it. And seeing how a lot of young Japanese women seem to pay their tuition with money garnered by lathering dirty salarymen with their boobs, it shouldn't be all that disagreeable really, as jobs go.
I told Mom about Miwa, whom I've mentioned in passim, the girl who only worked at Tokubetsushitsu for a month or two before quitting, and how the creeps at Pink Channel claimed as a fact that it was because she'd graduated. It doesn't really hold water, because in Spring a university senior should be looking for a proper job instead of taking up part-timing at a brothel. I'd rather surmise that she just needed money fast for one purpose or another, or that in the end she just wasn't cut out for it.
"Let's agree that you'll call me instead", was what Mom had to say to it.
I'm still kinda curious about the nature of the services a dominatrix is required to perform in Japan. There're a couple of openings.
So, anyway, when the conversation came to a lull at the picnic, I turned to Maikeru and told him about it. While he warmed up to the idea of it paying pretty well, he eventually told me I couldn't work there. As if he has any authority to tell me I couldn't work in a brothel if I wanted to. I don't, but still.
Anyway, usually this wouldn't even merit an entry. However, today (technically yesterday), when Mom drove me to pick up the tie holder I bid on, Tina Turners Private Dancer played on the radio. This song about a stripper always manages to annoy me. What kind of a stripper accepts foreign currency? You'd think they had other things to concentrate on instead of exchange rates. And what's with her taking American Express for that matter? What's she going to do, swipe it between her ass cheeks to charge it?
So I told her that I'd been informed about a high number of women working in the sex trade being lesbians. She thought it was a bit weird at first, but maintaining an emotional distance as a lesbian does make a lot of sense. Without taking her eyes off the road she snapped "Why? You been thinking about it?". Damn she's good. So I told her that no, of course I hadn't, and that I was merely thinking about how Turner sings that she doesn't think of her clients as human beings or in fact think of them at all, choosing instead to concentrate on the money. And that I didn't think the song was a very accurate portrayal of the life of a sex worker anyway, what with the foreign currency and accepting credit cards... I can't help but think that in any sort of service occupation one should be able to derive at least a little bit of pleasure from the customers, since I can't imagine anyones psyche coping with just mechanically servicing people and only thinking about the eventual paycheck day in and day out. The fact that I've never held a job longer than three months might have something to do with it, though. So I do think that whether one's a hooker or a sales clerk, one should like the work at least a little to be able to do it. And seeing how a lot of young Japanese women seem to pay their tuition with money garnered by lathering dirty salarymen with their boobs, it shouldn't be all that disagreeable really, as jobs go.
I told Mom about Miwa, whom I've mentioned in passim, the girl who only worked at Tokubetsushitsu for a month or two before quitting, and how the creeps at Pink Channel claimed as a fact that it was because she'd graduated. It doesn't really hold water, because in Spring a university senior should be looking for a proper job instead of taking up part-timing at a brothel. I'd rather surmise that she just needed money fast for one purpose or another, or that in the end she just wasn't cut out for it.
"Let's agree that you'll call me instead", was what Mom had to say to it.
I'm still kinda curious about the nature of the services a dominatrix is required to perform in Japan. There're a couple of openings.