Politics may make strange bedfellows, but the uproar over the governor of New York Eliot Spitzer's disgrace is all too familiar. So familiar that the real story may be the fact these things dominate the news. In the middle of a contentious presidential election, while fighting two wars with a tanking economy the story du jour is some idiot pol getting caught with his pants down. Oh well, I needed a break from the news. Recognizing the story was going to dominate the news cycle, I turned off the television and caught up on some long overdue reading.
Nothing stokes ratings like a public sex scandal, and the press outdo themselves in expressing disgust while at the same time repeatedly exploiting every salacious detail. For example, one news show included a segment with the proprietor of the infamous Bunny Ranch in Nevada, where prostitution is legal, and one Ms. Kisses, apparently an employee of the establishment. The question: what exactly would you get for the five grand Spitzer was allegedly spending on his consorts. At the conclusion of the segment, as the host was attempting to cut to a commercial, the proprietor of the Bunny Ranch was insistent on getting in this point: that it was shameful for these men to drag their wives into the public when addressing the issue.
I happen to agree with him, but there seems something rather odd, to the point of being unseemly, for a man who is essentially a pimp to be so concerned for the wife of a john. How many wives have been humiliated by their husband purchasing services from his establishment? Yet he was genuinely outraged by Spitzer's wife standing by her man. Between this and the hypocrisy of Spitzer, who fervently prosecuted prostitution, I'm quite sure I don't get it.
Must be the Bunny Ranch Rules.
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