Toni
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Exactly. Good catch. Exactly what she did to Derec above.
Even for you, this entire post is ludicrous.
It was meant to be, and its sad that you can't see how it mirrors what you've said.
Actually, I don't see how it mirrors what I've written or what I wrote to Derec.
My objections to prostitution are that as far as I can tell, it does nothing to lessen the trafficking of underaged sex workers and some data indicates the opposite.
Derec suggested that anyone who objects to the legalization of prostitution has an ax to grind--his words. I suggested he does as well. Perhaps that is over the line but to me, it is simply pointing out that everyone has a viewpoint. His is hardly objective and mine is not, either. Mine is actually based on studies and data from those studies. It's also based somewhat on some people I've known who were, at least for a time, sex workers. They did not get there through happy circumstances and it was tragic that one girl I knew (and she was definitely not an adult: we were both in high school) believed that the guy who was pimping her loved her. I had known her since she moved to town when we were in elementary school. Her life had been pretty devoid of anything resembling love or affection in all the time I knew her. Back when we were in elementary school, I tried to be friends with her and her sister but things got too...dysfunctional and I had no context or way of understanding that she needed some help or how to get it for her. Unfortunately, she's not the only person I knew in such bad circumstances. One girl tried to explain to me what was happening to her but it was so outrageous I could not believe her--I thought she must have been lying: no one would do such things to a child! We were 10. I was only very vaguely aware of what sex was. I still cannot forgive myself for that betrayal. Her uncle and aunt --or perhaps 'uncle and aunt' moved, taking her with them, at the end of the school year. Of fifth grade. Then there were young women I knew as adults. None of them had happy lives. All of them tried really hard to believe that men just gave them money and stuff because they liked them so much, because they were pretty. But they knew.