I guess what I'm wondering is: "Where did it all go wrong?"
I'm sure it wasn't always like this. The French voyageurs, when they arrived in this country, didn't send up smoke signals so that an indian maiden showed up for a one-hour quickie. Indian maidens didn't even need watches back then. They calculated their sessions by how many moons they took. Later, just before the battle on the Plains of Abraham, didn't both Wolfe and Montcalm's men congregate at an inn outside Quebec City, dance and sing with beautiful French peasant girls, knowing that the next day could be their last? They had an entire evening of fun, not just forty-five minutes with a girl who had one eye trained on an hourglass. Once towns were formed, weren't there alway inns and saloons? We don't call the roaring twenties "roaring" because women were skulking back and forth between hotels rooms. The women back then "roared" and became world-renowned as dancers, strippers and gentlemen's companions. It was an age when providing companionship was an art.
Where did it all go wrong?
Did, somewhere along the line, somebody mistakenly adapt Henry Ford's assembly line concept to the prostitution industry? Or was it feminism that taught women that they would let you have this (pointing at their vaginas) for that (pointing at the money in your hand), but that they absolutely didn't have to give you anything else.
Or is the problem capitalism? That once great concept that has now become so corrupted and abused that it leaves no aspect of our lives unscathed. Did capitalism pollute the business of prostitution just like it polluted our air and our water, robbing it of its wholesomeness?
What is it that took the once great business of prostitution that this country was founded on, an industry that included music halls, cabarets, jazz houses and "gin joints" and turned it into such a stale, lifeless shadow of its former self.
Something has got to change. I smell a revolution coming.
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