Quote: (07-02-2015 09:31 AM)Enigma Wrote:
Quote: (07-02-2015 07:37 AM)TravelerKai Wrote:
Quote: (07-02-2015 04:01 AM)Enigma Wrote:
Quote: (06-30-2015 02:59 PM)Quintus Curtius Wrote:
Chick was a prostitute and drug user for 25 years, scraping the absolute dregs of society, and plumbing the depths of degradation and depravity.
And then, magic!
She becomes a reformed do-gooder. Her medical bills and rehab are paid for by the government. That is: you and me.
That woman was abused throughout her entire childhood and became a prostitute at 14, while growing up on Chicago's west side during the '60s and '70s.
And you're comparing that to a woman who sport fucked a bunch of guys as an airline stewardess in the 2000s?
You miss the point Enigma. It's mostly about the thirst.
Not only that, her short story cannot possibly tell you all of the difficult baggage she probably has that her husband suffers through. None of these whores will tell that. They probably are not even aware. Yet both husbands are doubling down on it no matter what. I bet you they hate the downsides in the back of their minds alot. Even betas trapped in shitty marriages have hateful thoughts of choking their bitch from time to time. The cognitive dissonance they have tells them that every other guy (rich or poor) thinks and feels like that too about their wife.
The joke is that guy's like me do not have those kinds of feelings and thoughts. They would not realize it until they observe the alternative in realtime, like an ugly and less wealthy neighbor moves in but he has a hot EE wife and kids, and they prance around like the happiest motherfuckers they have ever seen before. That would cause the mind to operate in the same way someone who has been dealt massive change before, has to learn coping skills in order to accept. "Who Moved My Cheese" anyone?
Nah, I didn't miss any point.
Pay careful attention to the text I quoted, specifically the parts about her being a "reformed do-gooder" and implied drain on the taxpayer.
I'm not going to mock someone who went through something like that and is trying to help other young people avoid the same path.
And I understand the points you're trying to make, but they're two different situations. Every story doesn't have to be shoved into this "Western culture is broken" mold to push an agenda.
I think I see what you are getting at. Let's try and break this down some more.
From that article:
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When people describe prostitution as being something that is glamorous, elegant, like in the story of Pretty Woman, well that doesn't come close to it. A prostitute might sleep with five strangers a day. Across a year, that's more than 1,800 men she's having sexual intercourse or oral sex with. These are not relationships, no-one's bringing me any flowers here, trust me on that. They're using my body like a toilet.
And the johns - the clients - are violent. I've been shot five times, stabbed 13 times. I don't know why those men attacked me, all I know is that society made it comfortable for them to do so. They brought their anger or mental illness or whatever it was and they decided to wreak havoc on a prostitute, knowing I couldn't go to the police and if I did I wouldn't be taken seriously.
I actually count myself very lucky. I knew some beautiful girls who were murdered out there on the streets.
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I prostituted for 14 or 15 years before I did any drugs. But after a while, after you've turned as many tricks as you can, after you've been strangled, after someone's put a knife to your throat or someone's put a pillow over your head, you need something to put a bit of courage in your system.
I was a prostitute for 25 years, and in all that time I never once saw a way out. But on 1 April 1997, when I was nearly 40 years old, a customer threw me out of his car. My dress got caught in the door and he dragged me six blocks along the ground, tearing all the skin off my face and the side of my body.
I went to the County Hospital in Chicago and they immediately took me to the emergency room. Because of the condition I was in, they called in a police officer, who looked me over and said: "Oh I know her. She's just a hooker. She probably beat some guy and took his money and got what she deserved." And I could hear the nurse laughing along with him. They pushed me out into the waiting room as if I wasn't worth anything, as if I didn't deserve the services of the emergency room after all.
And it was at that moment, while I was waiting for the next shift to start and for someone to attend to my injuries, that I began to think about everything that had happened in my life. Up until that point I had always had some idea of what to do, where to go, how to pick myself up again. Suddenly it was like I had run out of bright ideas. I remember looking up and saying to God, "These people don't care about me. Could you please help me?"
God worked real fast. A doctor came and took care of me and she asked me to go and see social services in the hospital. What I knew about social services was they were anything but social. But they gave me a bus pass to go to a place called Genesis House, which was run by an awesome Englishwoman named Edwina Gateley, who became a great hero and mentor for me. She helped me turn my life around.
It was a safe house, and I had everything that I needed there. I didn't have to worry about paying for clothes, food, getting a job. They told me to take my time and stay as long as I needed - and I stayed almost two years. My face healed, my soul healed. I got Brenda back.
From one black person to another (the lady in the article), regardless of era you grew up in, getting shot 5 times and stabbed 13 times, and you STILL do not do anything different or running away is beyond mind boggling. I know men are domineering over women back in those days, but God damn man. That is fucking wild. I grew up in the late 80s and early 90s, been shot at, pulled guns on, jumped, you name it. In most of those cases, that shit could have been avoided and if not, I always changed whatever it was that caused that to happen to me to stop. I never had repeats. I doubt me not being a prostitute made that much difference.
In fact, she had to get dragged by a car and body torn to bits in order to get the fucking clue tells it all. She was stubborn. Actually I would say she still is. She hyphenated her last name with her husband in appreciation of him "rescuing" her. As if the name of her ancestors that failed her was too much for her to give up....
This may sound cold hearted, but the red pill (the cold hard truth) is that she is steeped in feminist mentality. For better or for worse. She is so damaged she cannot fully submit to a man ever again. Don't get me wrong, I am glad she is better, than before but QC really was not too far off from the truth here. A prostitute that knew God while a whore is another issue. A fundamental lack of understanding of God's word. Jesus loves sinners all day long. The rest of the Bible should still be followed to make your life better than what your situation is. Females under the leadership of bad or evil men is another issue, but in a society where you do have the freedom to escape, your excuses hold less water.
As for agendas, she may have one in helping other prostitutes escape the hard life, honorable as that may be, she still serves the agenda of darker forces she does not understand as well. None of which makes her immune to criticism or ridicule.
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