The eternal question of the world's oldest profession (which by the way, is totally wrong, farming is the oldest profession, but I digress). Very interesting question, one I have thought a lot about, and I think most of you have as well. Actually, I'm sure this very question has much to do with why men get involved in this hobby in the first place. Some are even dull enough to believe they can get the answers by simply asking. Silly rabbit.
Many, many different answers. Money, power, esteem, materialism, depression, lack of choices, "sexual freedom" and history of, shall we say, "sexual encounters of the unwanted kind." I read somewhere that the last one is very prevalent with women who enter this profession. But not to be outdone, I'm not so sure many men who frequent them aren't just as troubled. But that may be a bit harsh to say, so I'll take the high road and say that I'm not sure it is true.
So, a better question is: Why do men and women both get involved in this hobby? You can only ascertain the truth by looking at both sides of the coin.
I like to think of an MP as a place where men and women get together to do the same thing they do everywhere else, and silently commiserate over it. A lot of men are obsessive and controlling types who like to get what they want. And what they want most is sex. Women who feel threatened by this take advantage of men's sexual desires to further their own desire for shallow, materialistic ends. In other words, men feel better about themselves when they f**k, and women feel better about themselves when they shop.
You could say, "Fair is fair." Sex is a (cliche) power struggle, and anyone who thinks they have the upper hand is foolish. This pisses everyone off, so you get together to make what you all see as a mutually beneficial transaction. "Let's hate each other, but pretend we don't for an hour, so we can both feel better about it."
If you don't see it this way, just reflect upon the times you left an MP feeling satisfied, only to feel empty and horny again an hour later, sitting at your computer reading reviews on the next SP you will visit. The woman doesn't enjoy the act (in most cases, or at least doesn't care about it), and the man doesn't enjoy the payment (don't kid yourselves, guys) because it means less money for more women.
Bottom line is, a lot of women who work as SP's (and even most who don't) haven't had a real good track record with the whole dating/mating scene, so have reduced it to financial benefit. Men don't care about it either, nor do they care about money, only insofar as it is a means to get women. In this sense, the MP is sort of a humourous "extreme dating" scenario where everything happens exactly the same, but much faster. In the real world, the woman leaves the man because he's broke from spending all his money on gifts for her. Pretty fucking funny, if you ask me.
As far as the fantasy goes, well, as they say, "The proof is in the pudding." (Actually, that's not the original saying, but our own misinterpretation of, "The proof is in the tasting." According to George Carlin, who is really fucking funny.) If any guy thinks that he couldn't get these attractive young women to have sex with him in real life, my response is, "Think again. You just did."
MP's are real life. And you get what you pay for. Just ask Donald Trump. Whether it's "2 browns" or a few million, everyone has their price (and if you asked old Freddy Nietzsche, he may say this is especially true of the fairer sex). I don't believe for a second that paying for the service is any bit different than what happens in a lot of relationships. Married men, ask your wives if they'd have married you if you met on a street corner, you begging her for change. You could be the best looking, ripped, buff, intelligent, nicest bum ever, and you'd get nowhere.
The only thing you can't get an SP to do is have real feelings for you. But who wants that anyway? And, more importantly, is there really such a thing as real feelings?
...i'm lookin' for miss linda lee
because she's got the power to love me by the hour
gives me W-L-O-V-E
hey baby if you want it so fast
don't you know that it ain't gonna last
of course you know it makes no difference to me...
(Cool It Down)
Lou Reed, The Velvet Underground
...she said
"I could tell you stories that could make you cry. What about you?"
I said, "Me too. I could tell you a story that would make you cry."
And she sighed, "Ahh." ...
(I've Been Tired)
Black Francis, Pixies
