CEO accused by woman of sexual exploitation:
The police report quotes the woman as saying that Rogers tried to force her to have sex with him despite her repeated protests. She said that he also touched her breasts, tried to remove her clothes, made lewd comments, and insisted she perform sex acts on him at least once or twice a month. The woman, who identified herself as a single mother, told police she stayed in the job and endured the alleged harassment because she couldn’t find other employment with comparable pay. She said she gave Rogers a letter of resignation in June after her son secured a full college scholarship.
Recently I followed a link to a story where a model complained of a mental breakdown following a shot for some fashion company: Kate Moss posed in her panties astraddle Mark Wahlberg: he looked, well, like Mark Wahlberg; she looked like a junky whore with a pretty face, bare boobs, and irresistable panties.
She, Kate Moss, said that the “work” was humiliating: “It was just really weird – a stretch limo coming to pick you up from work. I didn’t like it. But it was work and I had to do it.”
It’s OK to be a whore if you get paid well.
This image, property I don’t doubt of Calvin Klein, is not the one I saw, but it too is a good ‘un.
It all reminds me of the joke I’ve told elsewhere here for some time now: scroll to By Definition.
Don’t think I’m making fun of the harrassed women; I’m rather mocking the absurdity of our cultures which all put us in one double bind after another: damned if you don’t, damned if you do: woman’s sexuality has never been rationally separable from commerce.
Mating is natural, monogomy is natural; priests-imposed marriage is not. Billy was right, he established that his little friend was a whore: after that they were just quibbling about the price.
(Except it’s all nonsense if the culture channels all women who would live well to be whores!
Unfortunately for me, Kate Moss is not in my budget. But never mind: the woman I really love loves me too.)
2012 11 17 I’m reminded of what I babbled above in the wake of watching a DVD of The Mechanic: the star had been a diving champ, has a body that suits the camera just fine, and apparently the hacks were churning out slick crap for him before I became aware. Ebert is a reviewer I enjoy reading no matter the movie under review, doncha know Roger picked up on the same preposterous detail I did: our killer athlete picks up a girl in the bar, on his way out leaves her a neat stack of $100s, a huge stack. Roger quipped:
My guess is that in real life, such operators are lonely, brutal and tending toward paranoia. Statham’s character, Arthur Bishop, however, is a hedonist and aesthete who lives alone in elegance, prizes his classic car and apparently believes a hooker isn’t a hooker if you overpay her. For 20 bucks, you’re buying sex, but for thousands, you are identifying yourself as a consumer of the highest degree.
2012 12 01 Ghastly: 15-Year-Old Afghan Girl Beheaded For Rejecting Marriage Proposal
Now, how much of that report reaching me in Florida is current western anti-Muslim propaganda: a report doesn’t have to be false to be propaganda: propaganda is in the intention of the relayer of the message.
We say a ghastly movie the other night, didn’t know what was on the screen, gray blur bumping. It turned out to be some Muslim man forcing a blow job on the orphan girl under his roof. She complains to the wife as she chokes on what’s in her mouth, the wife dismisses her.
Maybe if it weren’t for the orphan the guy would be forcing his come down his wife’s throat.
Yesterday there were two great articles on ritual rape in early Christianity. It’s so funny to review the Founding Fathers talking as though discussions could be reasonable.