Eliot Spitzer’s Hooker
Lots of media and blogospheric coverage of Ashley Alexandra Dupré, the young woman who charged upwards of $1000 an hour to the likes of Eliot Spitzer and, more pointedly, Eliot Spitzer.
Frankly, that particular line of work (which I refuse to refer to as a “profession” given the low barriers to entry) has been around since time immemorial and employs a sufficient number of people that it’s hard to get too interested in any particular case study.
That’s not to say, however, that there aren’t some amusing aspects to the coverage.
My Gone Hollywood colleague Freddy explores Ms. Dupré’s MySpace page for photographs and other insights into questions that have occurred to me as well: “What in the hell could a woman do in an hour that’d be worth $5000? And how hot would she have to be?” (As Geraldine Ferraro might note, if she weren’t young and cute, she wouldn’t be in this position.)
In, “Hi, I’m from the NY Times. Your Daughter is a Whore,” Dr. Rusty Shackleford explores the journalistic ethics of publishing information on high-priced call girls* that might embarrass their parents. Given that Dupré is an adult willfully engaged in criminal conduct with a high-profile public figure limits my sympathy for her. And, as to her parents, I’d refer them to Chris Rock.
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*The precise threshold one must cross to merit this title rather than the less flattering ones accorded those who charge less is unclear.
Keep in mind that, although she’s now been given great celebrity through the happenstance that she was the particular call-girl whom her agency sent to Washington on the particular occasion that the feds were all set up to run their wire-taps on Spitzer, she was only one of many, many — and that ex-Gov. Spitzer, although apparently having “met” her before, had to be reminded of what she looked like.
I bear her no ill-will, but don’t find her particularly interesting either, and I certainly have no sympathy for ex-Gov. Spitzer.
Exactly, Beldar. Given the money we know about…(And I suppose and expect there’s a lot here we do NOT know about) this girl is one of a cast of literally hundreds.
Why the fascination with her?
Agreed. My guess she is the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.
“I bear her no ill-will, but don’t find her particularly interesting either”
She’s not ugly by any means but she’s not $5500/hr interesting….i don’t think there is such a gal out there.
According to the warrant affidavit linked to over at Volokh Conspiracy she was only $1000 an hour. For that she had to be “fun loving” with Elliot Spitzer. Set aside any of her own desires or “ick” factors and she also had to manage some issues with him:
“LEWIS continued that from what she had been told “he” (believed to be a reference to Client-9) “would ask you to do things that, like, you might not think were safe – you know – I mean that . . . very basic things.. . . ”
From reading other accounts by call girls about their clients, this was not one of the strange issues these girls deal with. Pajamas Media has a post by someone who was in the business with some very “icky” stories.
DoJ sources elsewhere leaked that the “unsafe” reference was to Spitzer wanting to not use a condom, i.e., simple “unsafe sex.” He’s a white-bread guy, just wanted “no-glove luv.” Kristen, to her credit, is quoted in the wire-taps explaining to her scheduler that she, at least, had better sense, handling him by saying: “Listen, dude, do you want the sex or not?”
If you want to assess just how great his betrayal of his wife was (i.e., by putting at risk not just her mental but presumably also her physical health), and just how deep and reckless his own self-destructive streak was, that’s pretty conclusive IMHO.
Agreed. Have you gotten any sense if his wife knew about any of this prior to the news reports this week?
Even at $1000/hour, I am unlike all you other liars and wonder what do I get for the remaining 45 minutes of her time?
(As Geraldine Ferraro might note, if she weren’t young and cute, she wouldn’t be in this position.)
Touché.
She was educated where? Harvard, wasn’t it?
Still, she supposedly had no clue?
Forgive me, but that’s Clintonesque.