Prostitution is legal in Rhode Island.
Streetwalking is illegal. Human trafficking is illegal. But anything arranged indoors among two consenting people is legal.
As it should be.
So, last night the BF and I DJed for the first time since Christmas. We were guests at this weekly thing our friend does, and we broke the night up so that we’d each do two half-hour sets rathering than spinning together. It worked out, because for my first set (before the dancing commenced) I was all about Keren Ann and “Black Boys on Mopeds”* and Super Furry Animals, whereas for the second set I did my first-ever freestyle block, with Stevie B and Giggles and Collage and the Cover Girls and what have you. I wish I had had time for “Arabian Knights” by the Latin Rascals but, you know, there’s always next time. In-between I threw in some Jamelia (for the kids) and Bow Wow Wow’s Sexy Eiffel Towers, just to watch girls booty-dance to Annabella Lwin.
Then this morning I got up extra early. I went to an ATM at a convenience store, and on the Today Show (I think?) they were interviewing people that knew “Kristen,” the sex worker who was caught with the governor of New York. They were asking the people really dumb questions like “Did you ever hear her use the name Kristen?” and “Did you know she has a Myspace?”
But then some cute yet nasty man started yelling at the guy working there for turning on the wrong gas pump and I took my leave before I could hear whatever the stupid answers were going to be.
(*I used to think of myself as the only DJ that would ever play “We Suck” by Lisa Germano, but now I prefer to myself as the only DJ that would ever play “Black Boys On Mopeds”.)
The governor of New York is officially out on Monday, after being caught paying $4300 for a hooker. The only thing that really surprises me is how much “Kristen” got. I had no idea anybody went that high. $4300!! That’s nuts!!
Maybe I’m just bitter because she made more in that one encounter than I make in nine weeks at my day job. I’m sure she’s worth it–I’d need that much to sleep with somebody as funny-looking as Spitzer and I say that as someone who’s slept with plenty of funny-looking fellows for free over the years.
From a media perspective, though, I’m glad people seem more pissed off about his hypocritical crackdown on prostitution rings than with the fact that he cheated on his wife, paid $4300 for one encounter, or anything like that. Although, not being a New Yorker, I’m not sure what it was he was cracking down on. Because high-class nights with classy ladies in Washington hotels aren’t exactly the same as, say, the practice of importing women from Southeast Asia to be sex slaves. I think it’s pretty okay to decry human trafficking but spend a few hundred helping a co-ed to pay their student loans off. But, like I said, I’m not sure what he was actually crusading against.
Relatedly, to get your feet a-tapping, here’s a moral quandry in the form of a #25 pop hit from 1990:
The Adventures of Stevie V, Dirty Cash (Money Talks)
So, I just finished my annual pre-spring closet cleanout. This year I ended up getting rid of 26 (!) unmatched socks, about ten pairs of holey socks I was just tired of looking at, and some ill-fitting pants that I don’t particularly care about losing weight to fit back into.
I also got rid of a bunch of t-shirts, though, and that was hard. But I thought it was finally time to get rid of my Sleater-Kinney t-shirt with the cat on it (which I’ve had for about eight years now), my “I LOVE AARON” t-shirt that I made after getting really excited by the fourth Gossip Girl book, my “I HEART VEGAN BOYS YOU” t-shirt that I made for my birthday a couple of years ago, and my shirt that looks like one of those old Calvin Klein t-shirts that were all the rage in ’97 or so, but that says “Christ The King” instead of “Calvin Klein.” I would have kept that one because really, that jokes never gets old to me, but it’s also about three sizes too small.
While cleaning the other day, I came across my list of my 50 favorite songs of 1998, which is a list I don’t think I’ve seen (unlike my other annual year-end lists) since about January of 1999. Judging from the song choices, I only included singles, and most of these are songs I heard on a late-night new music show that used to be on WBRU, back before Providence’s Modern Rock station (and Modern Rock in general) shit the bed for good.
